Megan Bellatrix Archibald
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10th August 2026
Essays + Other Pieces
Everything is so, so very heavy just now.
It’s been this way for weeks. As if gravity now pulls at my bones, my hair, my flesh, at a greater rate than it used to. As if I am being pulled down, sucked to the face of the Earth with nowhere to go and no means to move.
The increased gravity affects my thoughts.
It’s as if my thoughts pour through my mind like molasses, slow…slow, and then creeping, creeping through my brain cells, electric circuit after electric circuit until suddenly the...