Anthems for an eighteen year old girl who'd much rather

4. Anthems for an eighteen year old girl who'd much rather

I am 18 years old.

It's senior year, a bit before my graduation, and mum has come to visit.

This is another text-based sequence, a reproduction of a conversation. I experiment in Twine to recreate the passivity that I had felt, of having wanted to say everything but for nothing to come out. I was on my bed, and my mum was standing at the furthest point away from me in the room, her arms crossed. She asks me questions then answers them. She attempts words of comfort then undercuts them. My words and thoughts disappear as quickly as they appear. I do not speak up until these words appear, and they grow until they nearly fill the room. Once spoken, the room enters a quietness, something breaks.

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1. The piano

https://fllfrmgrce.itch.io/the-piano 

2.  I (have) memorized these streets

https://fllfrmgrce.itch.io/i-memorized-these-streets  

3.  My conversation with my mum over the phone in which I try to tell her about Rent the musical with varying degrees of success

https://fllfrmgrce.itch.io/my-conversation-with-my-mum-over-phone-in-which-i-try...

4. Anthems for an eighteen year old girl who'd much rather

https://fllfrmgrce.itch.io/anthems-for-an-eighteen-year-old-girl-whod-much-rathe...