Have you looked at the sky lately? It’s the talk of the town. This morning, a sun burning through a sheen of clouds, making a sunrise of pastel pink and orange, last night, a big bright moon surrounded by stars – it’s hard not to look up. In prettier moments, it makes me feel smallContinue reading “february 11, 2025 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
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december 17, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
Sometimes you just have to shut up and eat a banana. Maybe go for a walk, too. Doing so today allowed me to spare you from a long, self-flagellating blog post bemoaning how little I’ve been writing about “real” stuff on here lately. No, really– I have the crossed out paragraphs in my notebook toContinue reading “december 17, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
december 10, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
Kendrick Lamar and Father John Misty both dropped albums on November 22nd, which means I’ve been able to be obsessive and annoying about two wildly different albums at once. “Coffee and a cigarette. Found no better means of revolt yet” – Father John Misty, “Mental Health.” “Hey now, say now, I’m all about my Yen.Continue reading “december 10, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
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”
november 12, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
This morning, I walked into work against the wind. Fitting. It will be a miracle when I inevitably get through today. For valid reasons that will remain secret, I stayed out too late last night. It makes me, today, less than a model employee. Luckily, my laziness over the years has bred an unmatched efficiency,Continue reading “november 12, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
october 8, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
Writing feels best when it’s surreptitious, a secret, the act of a child reading past bedtime with a flashlight under the covers. What is usually a leisurely, contemplative activity is, today, a combative rush, something done quietly in a found moment at work. It’s a busy day, is what I’m trying to say. Today, I’mContinue reading “october 8, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
august 6, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
It feels like the world has a head cold. Nothing serious, but a constant, slow drip. You dreamt of floods and you drive in rain, and you can’t get the right wiper speed without the plastic blades whimpering against the glass, but your music is just right. The world outside is wet but the rainContinue reading “august 6, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
june 25, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
I don’t want to do this. But there are lots of things I don’t want to do lately, and that lack of desire has been winning out more than I’m comfortable with. I enjoy writing, and I’ve been enjoying these journals, and I feel better than I did before I wrote them once I’m done,Continue reading “june 25, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
june 18, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world
I found my first gray hair yesterday. They’ve been in my beard for years, but this is the first one to grow out of my head. And it’s all Bruce Springsteen’s fault. After sustained and enthusiastic recommendation by one of my good friends, I finally tried out the ’78 album Darkness at the Edge of Town, andContinue reading “june 18, 2024 – performative journaling at the End of the world”
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