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SUBmissive curses // STACK of sick, social spells
About this Substack
Youโll get used to it, the sickly smell of iron and milkโa stench of something small growing at the borders of story and flesh. It wonโt be easy to love, this stack-in-the-making. Here, irritation and information will smoulder side by side. Myth and mutiny will parent a changelingโs epistemology: doubt (but with fangs)โsomething akin to therapy for a recovering academic.
I am speculating. Perhaps, this will be nothing more than a bundle of spells and marginalia folded into ordinary daysโfevered fragments, philosophical nightmares, and footnotes to my own premonitions of collapse. Certainly, itโll all feel less like โabracadabraโ and more like โcitation as incantation.โ Still, each post will hunger for a community with both heart and hands. Each post will be an invitation to (get in) touch, to conspire, to gather around something socially contagiousโwhatever makes the child of consensus-reality speak in soft betrayals, in submissive maledictions that twist inside powerโs mouth.
Iโll keep speculating. My obsessive brain will keep ruminating. And meanwhile, some ill-scented thing sprouting between folktales and frontlines will get dangerously organized. You see, the changelingโs survival isnโt triumph so much as ongoing misattunementโa posture of being out of sync until the world itself begins to flicker, growl and glitter.
This is a spell. Keep it in mind, or leave it in an old doorway. You could also subscribe and stay connected.
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CAMILLA BROGAARD 