I’ve been doing a serious writing folder clean up/review. Over the last twenty years I’ve written in text files, Microsoft Word and Word Perfect. My Mac computer read the *.wpd extensions as UNIX files, which then led me to an online service that converts old file formats into newer ones.
The entire process has made me realize I need to more frequently seek out entropy in my old works. While the majority were aggressively average, and a few just plain terrible, one or two are real gems, and fiction, too. All the more exciting for me moving forward.
Noodling around the internet I came across “” by Alina Popa. Written and released shortly before her death, Popa confronts the spectacle of her body, a body she can’t recognize, a body that fights her and a body that she uses to defy a medical system that has already dismissed her as dead.