Lindsay D'Anne Wallace
Raye was born in October of 2015, to an E.M.T. and a surgeon. Growing up, she spent most of her time roaming the halls of a hospital in Baltimore, MD, now called Resident 3. She spent her time making arounds, playing in the community funded greenhouse, visiting with patients, and had a reputation as the hospital fairy, skipping around with a mist bottle, a mix of sanitizer and glitter, offering spritzes of the stuff to hospital personnel, patients, and visitors. Raye's 'Fairy Serum' became so popular that she and her mother set up bins specifically to collect the small empty sanitizer bottles from around the hospital to make hundreds them, helping Raye to understand a bit of repurposing. Word of this special treatment got out and before her parents knew it, corporate collaborative offers were being made to patent and market the idea. Her parents were hesitant with the investors until Raye had a better idea. The bottles would be sold at stations all over the hospital, creating lemonade-stand like booths, and be manned by volunteer patients. It was a success! The money collected allowed for constant flow of supplies, and the idea spread like a wildfire across the other residential areas of the now sectionalized and militantly quarantined country.
You'll No When
Always different/ Always indifferent. Two sides to every story. Just want what’s best. For who? Me or you? Good little girls do what they are told.
I Feel You, Bruh
Dan THE man, I didn't know how to reach you. Who the hell am I kidding? I won't trip. I just couldn't find the courage to say the three words I needed to, and say them the way I wanted to. See, I had to make amends, be honest with myself, and then I tried to be honest with you. I was stopped but this letter won't be. There's nothing they can do to hurt us anymore. By the time you read this, I'll have been deployed, and you'll be happier than you ever imagined you could be, without me. Remember the lyrics you sent me (you're fucking obsessed with Alanis, boy! I thank God I had some influence on the music you love)? Well, I support your decision to move on. At least I'm not trapped anymore. Stuck in my old ways where I would've found every reason to hate the separation only because you weren't supposed to be mine, but the worlds.