October 11, 2020 The Footnote A loud dead. That would be my brain. Binge-reading Albanian literary fiction will do that to the unprepared. I was woefully unprepared. A noisy rot is my punishment. Somebody footnote my epitaph appropriately. Until tomorrow… Chloe Share this:TwitterFacebookRedditPocketMoreEmailPinterestTumblrLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related