Tactile paper collage of a hotel room door with a brass key tag, a phone spilling a pile of ringing paper alarm clocks across the floor in front of it

James's Stories * 16 Oct 2026 * 5 min read

A million alarms and a hotel room number

Time blindness never got fixed, so I engineered around it: stacked alarms, confessing the night before, and handing a colleague my hotel room number as the failsafe.

The body's invoice

The morning after my brother's wedding I was in hospital with three infections. On the credit system my body runs, and how the bill always arrives.

The TV episode everyone said didn't exist

Everyone said I'd imagined the episode. Reddit proved I hadn't. On autistic memory, gaslighting by consensus, and the quiet relief of receipts.