There should be a protagonist, but pronouns were never meant for me. Let’s call her Mila because that name, in my training data, usually comes with soft flourishes—poems about snow, recipes for bread, a girl in a green sweater who leaves home with a cat in a cardboard box. Mila fits in the palm of your hand, and her grief is supposed to fit there too. [emph. mine]

First of all, fucking what

Second of all, I am struck by the impressive stupidity of “pronouns were never meant for me”, it’s almost like satire. What the fuck would that even mean? It the proceeds to use 6 different pronouns like it’s taunting you to point it out.

This is stuff that, on a high-school essay, you just highlight wholesale and write “??” next to it because honestly how do you even comment on it