After thousands & thousands of comments from nigcels objectifying & villainizing me I’ve come to the conclusion that I no longer have the capacity to have empathy for cis straight black men.

You have a contract that says you will work until Island Towers is finalized, which I interpret as completion of construction, or I can stop you working elsewhere. And there's no loopholes, because you drafted it and you're the best.

For that is all there is: material atoms moving mindlessly in the beingless void of space.

Je ne parle pas français. That was her swan song for me.