I wonder often about what I could be if I just got out of my own damn way. My bad habits have ranged over the years from innocuous to injurious, from seductive to sad. I’m going on two months of not biting my fingernails, for example. Aside from an extra cold now and then and the stigmaContinue reading “september 24, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
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september 17, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
These weekly entries have become a prison of my own making. Today’s entry is brought to you by my last vestige of discipline. It’s not that there’s nothing to say, and only boring people get bored; given the size and scope of the world’s most dominant problems, my petty inconveniences and half-baked thoughts on my relativelyContinue reading “september 17, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
july 2 – performative journaling at the End of the world
Nothing screams America like explosions in the sky. Friday. $4 Coors Light, a beautiful night, a nice walk down to see some fireworks. But then Toby Keith had to go and ruin it. Maddy and I were standing in this “beer garden” cordoned off by orange temporary construction fencing. We had walked down to thisContinue reading “july 2 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
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