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Katie Higinbotham
Writing
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I stare into the drive-thru order box, the cars behind me now three deep.
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Decision fatigue. That’s what my therapist calls it. Decision fatigue must be what renders me silent in the Taco Bell lineup.


"Looking for Neowise" Rappahannock Review.
Give it a name. Call it “cosmophobia,” for what could be more threatening than a vast black continuum of giant flying objects, poisonous gasses, physics that devour time? Who’s to say it couldn’t all just explode at any moment for any number of reasons? I heard once, this abrupt ending is called the death vacuum. It’s the most brutal thing that could happen to the universe, but the best way to go. It would be over so fast you wouldn’t even realize you’d disintegrated....
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