Tuesday morning. I find my work keys and lanyard strewn along the driver’s seat, the center console and glove box sitting open, the rear passenger-side door cracked a bit open, my BJJ gi untied, and all the spare sweatshirts I keep in my backseat rifled through. All of this a natural consequence of having left myContinue reading “may 29, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
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may 21, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the World
This morning I went to work feeling like a can of hairspray. This is owed to my new haircut, which I guess is called a “maintenance cut,” which is another way of saying that I am growing my hair out, and that it had gotten sufficiently long so as to make me look grubby, so I went and spent moreContinue reading “may 21, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the World”
performative journaling at the End of the world – may 16, 2024
I think something might be rotting in my head. I don’t mean this in a figurative sense—I can feel my upper-right wisdom tooth digging into my lower jaw, with no space to sit at the angle it’s growing in, and my cheek is sore, and sometimes food gets stuck there, and I have to painstakingly dig it out soContinue reading “performative journaling at the End of the world – may 16, 2024”
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”
may 9, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
in which I ramble about the end, doing things, and jobs
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