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”