november 26, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world

You wouldn’t know it from the way you’re reading this now, after it’s been typed and lazily proofread, but I’m changing up the PJ this morning by writing it first by hand. My hope is the change in rhythm will return me to a voice more approximate to something genuine, closer to something more approximateContinue reading “november 26, 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”

may 14, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world

I was talking recently with my dad about jobs. More accurately, my lack of job prospects. More specifically, my lack of job prospects confounded by the fact that I don’t know what I want to do. If you read my first entry of performative journaling, you may begin to see a throughline: these days, IContinue reading “may 14, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”