“I was never very reliable, in life or in this hell where I now reside. Everything bled together in weird fragments of space, time, and memory, but death never really surprised me. Sometimes I became too attached. It wasn't the first time...”

“Someday, The Rules Were (Mostly) Clear”
by Maxwell I. Gold
Issue 47
https://www.3lobedmag.com/issue47/3lbe47_story5.html