You got cancelled? So did Vincent and I. It can happen to me, to you and to van Gogh. Sit down, get up, toss your shirt in the washing machine, move on.

Same silhouette. Same desk. Same glowing crown. Just... paler. Like someone ran the Cancel filter over and over until the contrast slider gave up and went for a smoke. You know when you leave a receipt in your jeans and it comes out looking like a Victorian ghost? That's me now.

The spikes are still there but softer — less accusation, more suggestion. The frame is still knitted, but the colors ran. Granny's gift, faded. She'll understand. She's been through a few cycles herself.

They said they'd cancel me. They didn't mention the spin cycle. But here's the thing: even after bleach, softener, and a tumble dry on high — I'm still refusing to disappear. Just too tired to glow as bright.

With calm and patience, suddenly everything goes wrong.

Part of Your Existence is Canceled: Issue 2 — curated by Cube De Kant.