About If I Don’t Self Immolate Will I Ever Be Understood? by andrw fx
Certain in the wisdom in the destruction of everything, God is a teenager in love. With needles. With watching the Universe through the peephole of a wild-eyed boy. With a pair of heartbreaking wings and voice gloved in cold sweat and mercury tenderness. God stands by the bed holding out their shaking panic, secretly burning a double millennia old promise to be unseen and unheard: in remission and in recovery.
In their follow up to every thing andrw fx meditates with agonizing fear, suicide, disassociation, discomfort, closure, SSRI-induced half-realities, sycophantic blood cults, augury, ego death, heartache, queerness, and deep platonic love.
These 13 stories are a funeral parade of intense emotion led by a cast of award-winning absentee gods, feral cats, vulcans, mutant chicken bois, aliens, dead birds, dust particles, humanoids, and Harold Ramis.
If I don’t self immolate will I ever be understood? grapples with the probity of reality and washes in the waters of the totally absurd.
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Author Bio:
andrw fx is a contemporary artist who works in fiction, sound, assemblage, painting, illustration, and other media. Their work’s objective is to navigate trauma and subvert traditions and limitations of ghosts and harbingers alike.
They make their home in Pennsylvania with their partner, cat children, and robot vacuum.