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”
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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”
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