Isabel 




It's the staircase in the woods again. You know the one. Mysterious, abandoned, the one everyone says you shouldn't climb. Well—maybe if you did, everything would be different. Maybe you would become something else entirely. Something you've always feared you secretly already were.

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(a tiny excerpt:)

HARRIET
Matt has never been the planning sort. He's always been the doing and fucking up badly and coming home crying to Mom sort.

ISABEL
He seemed to have a handle on the house thing.  

HARRIET
Dude's learning everything out of some old books about plumbing and home repair.

ISABEL
Aren't there… videos, or something?
PDFs?
Podcasts?

HARRIET
A PDF is just a brighter version of a book, Isabel.
But you don't get it. Matt likes analog.
Matt likes analog so much that he moved all the way out here so he would be unreachable by the "tendrils of the internet".  

ISABEL
I like the tendrils of the internet.
I like being caressed by the tendrils of the internet.
I like getting fucked in both holes by the tendrils of the internet.
But gently.

HARRIET
Well, Matt doesn't. Matt doesn't fuck anymore.

ISABEL
Wow, really? Ever?

HARRIET
He "didn't want to talk about it".