Devastating and unreal. You can't write better than this. And the blend of invention and control and sophistication. The associative thematic path. Levels. What is there, what comes clear because of what is not there.
Imagine having so much hate for me, someone who has done nothing to you, save offer you great stories, that you would never allow this in your ultimately meaningless magazine, and you don't want anyone to ever see it?
This one will floor you, Peter. And look at these stories lately--"The Girl Who Couldn't Cry," "There Is No Young and There Is No Old," "The Fight Is Real," and now this.
Also, I'm not doing this every day, but I'll do it enough, a tip of the day on the blog. This is the kind of thing you like.