Have you looked at the sky lately? It’s the talk of the town. This morning, a sun burning through a sheen of clouds, making a sunrise of pastel pink and orange, last night, a big bright moon surrounded by stars – it’s hard not to look up. In prettier moments, it makes me feel smallContinue reading “february 11, 2025 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
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january 28, 2025 – performative journaling at the End of the world
The title of this blog is starting to feel less metaphorical. Until a little over a hundred years ago, we thought you could cure things by bloodletting. This occurred to me last night with bloodied fingertips from flossing a particularly angered area of gum. We know now that bleeding out bad blood doesn’t fix things,Continue reading “january 28, 2025 – performative journaling at the End of the world “
august 27, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
The first thing I said this morning was “fuck you” to my alarm clock. It’s the kind of day when inanimate objects aren’t even safe from the scope of condemnation. But it might also be the kind of day when moods burn off like fog—I only need to find the sun. There’s nothing wrong, really,Continue reading “august 27, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
matt nilsen 