Free Post Ideograph Ideograph • summer melon Even if I could have known in advance how much I'd change, we'd all end up in the same places, saying the same lines.
Free Post navel-gazing not *purely* navel-gazing but that's def the correct classification There ya go, today's requisite batch of neuroses laid bare.
Free Post navel-gazing This year and next year ❣️ Hey there. I'm writing on the last day of 2020, so: Happy New Year! What a doozy, right? 2020 was a bad year for my country and the world at
Free Post art Close to the Surface Made with clip art by Arcanaofwales (who is also on Instagram) and OlgaSoi007, among various other materials. Looking out from my eyes is like staring upward through two inches of
Free Post examining Brutality of Life Reading List (12 Books) Earlier this year I summed up the perpetual utilitarian lament: Despite nigh-inestimable progress, the world is pervaded by suffering. An unimaginable amount of suffering. Trying to comprehend it specifically and
Free Post navel-gazing Reading Notes FYI, this post contains Amazon affiliate links. Sundry reflections on the pleasures of books, inspired by Mason's thread from last year. ("The right pace to read at is conversational." 😍) Also
Free Post navel-gazing This thing we're doing, how goes it? A members-only update on Sonya Supposedly progress + plans.
Free Post existential angst All you can do is as much as you can. The two quintessential 2020 moods are laughing so you don't cry and screaming because you're at the end of your rope. It's not shaping up to be a humorous weekend,
Free Post just-so stories Smoke From All Around Watching livestreamed riots last night, fire and mayhem in fuzzy rectangles, I thought of Don Henley's 1985 hit: "Molotov cocktail, the local drink / And all she wants to do is
Free Post navel-gazing Unhinged Previous Drafts Announcing that you quit your job during the early days of a pandemic-provoked recession (depression?) that is progressively pervading Pangaea — well, it takes some trial and error ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The following
Free Post zines Dispatches from Delirium Your companion, that dear provocateur, the Other. What do they think of you? What do you think of them? How titillating, the space between you, the space that constitutes the World. All three, constantly in relationship.
