october 29, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world

I had a memory yesterday of playing catch with my dad as a kid. More accurately, I laughed to myself remembering how, sometimes, he would throw a baseball at me as hard as he could. It wasn’t every time– part of the point of the exercise was to be unpredictable about it. I must have been six orContinue reading “october 29, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”

october 22, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world

I’ve noticed a recurring tendency with these posts: I feel a strange allegiance to being negative. I’ll go to write something, anything, and it almost always feels too positive to be worth sharing. With everything going on in the world, and the title of this “project,” whatever that word “project” means, I often feel like I need to be excavatingContinue reading “october 22, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”