I Want Magic
Nov 3
1 min read
You wanted possibility. When did it become a plan?
I saw a mirror at a friend's house that reads FUCK NORMAL. I WANT MAGIC. I haven't stopped thinking about it.
November's letter is about the point where wanting something turns into managing it. We picture a future in such detail that it starts to feel like an obligation, and someone who suggests a different direction just sounds like they don't understand the plan. Going after what you want and trying to control it can look exactly the same.
This letter is about telling them apart, and about what an interruption can show you that the old plan had no room for. I still want magic. I’m just done telling it what to look like.
Originally published on UNCAGED, November 2, 2026.
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