A swish of steam whistles from the kettle’s nifty little snout. Its melodic hiss echoes through the confined, clinical staffroom it finds itself in. A bite-sized inferno of frenzied energy, fleeing its chamber, sending slithers of condensation crawling up the cold vinyl and lifeless tiling. I pour the simmering water into four cups. Aromas ofContinue reading ““Tea Break in Oblivion””
Pop culture musings from the perspective of an autistic, queer, trans woman with a love of all things sci-fi.
Oblivious Insomniac 