october 2, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world

I’m a day late, according to an arbitrary schedule I came up with myself, but usually treat as absolute. Extremes are kind of my thing, and my tendency for the all-or-nothing has helped as much as harmed me.  Roughly three years ago, I was in Denver with Stove. I wrote a few weeks ago about the time myContinue reading “october 2, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”

september 10, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world

This week marks the three-year anniversary of the closest I’ve ever come to dying (as far as I know).  Dying is a great reason to do things. It lends a sense of urgency where otherwise, were time unlimited, it would be easy to be complacent. Want to write songs? Stories? Do it—you could be deadContinue reading “september 10, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”