july 30, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world

Some days you just wake up evil. At least, I do. And by evil, I mean angry. But it doesn’t start that way.   The REM cycle doesn’t seem to agree with me. Put differently, trying to catch up on chronic sleep debt in one night never makes me feel good. Either way, I got eight hoursContinue reading “july 30, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”