A dead relative who also happens to be Ursula K. Le Guin had gifted me something: my real name, a symbol i can see when i close my eyes, a warped and chipped rectangular shape that sings a song.
I’m in my car, parked outside my apartment. I have a big silver watch/gun that says “Ayn Rand never loved you” inside big letters than spell out my first and last name. as i try to exit my car i notice a woman trying to take stuff out of the box area with the back door open. i know her from internet memes, it’s the mishy mashy woman. I yell at her to stop, and she walks around to the open back passenger side door where I’m sitting and pulls a gun on me, forcing me back in. i notice the other two people around the car, one man and one woman. they’re laughing and getting in the car, trying to take things and take me somewhere. the mishy mashy woman is in the box area again, aiming the gun at me. i lunge at her and try to bite at her ear and she shoots. I’m not sure if she hit me.
