Look at me, look at me, look at me, look, look, look

Ever opened up WhatsApp after ten hours—a new record on your spiritual journey—and had zero notifications? Are you dead? Everyone else must have died. The nictating need of urgency, hope, love, desire, aspiration, assurance, abyss has gone off. The bell has sounded. Your brain's salivating guesses. The lines of coke have been laid out. Sniff. … Continue reading Look at me, look at me, look at me, look, look, look

313

I have 312 ways to be mortified. 313 if you include this one. Everything I know tells me the appropriate reaction to the past--the 312 essays on the blog--must be shame, a rather distinct form of it known as Cringe. And yet after every onanistic visitation of the essays on this blog, my public record … Continue reading 313

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?

Let's talk about plastic—the woke's second amendment. The latest hyperawareness around saving the planet is sustainability. It's the millionaire's version of billionaires going to Mars. Every real attempt at creating positive change has one assole sitting by the sidelines, shaking his head. So, "hi." My take on saving the planet is going to sound idiotic, … Continue reading Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?