Hi, Internet. My name is Iori and I’m a writer.
It started when I was a kid. I had too many feelings; I couldn’t find any way to squash them down and make them fit into such a tiny body. So I started vomiting them up on scrap paper, on post-its, on blank Word documents.
I couldn’t quit if I tried.
I’m not sure I write about things so much as around them. I write around existing in the diaspora, about having or not having or gaining or losing a sense of place. I write around my relationship to the kami. I write around waiting and solitude and yearning.
But mainly I write stories where girls make out with each other in space. Sometimes they even have racing ships.