Punk Pinocchios gotta go, gotta go
There’s a lot to be said about saying fuck it and grasping for all your desires when everything feels like it’s falling apart at a rapid clip.
Essays
I've got my spine, I've got my Orange Crush
The true promise of transition and sobriety and all big changes is asking to remember all the things I have worked to forget and carelessly put away.
Playlist of desire
Every time I write the intro to an essay lately I feel I am at my most John Wick, all tired and hunched over. Saying yeah, I’m thinking I’m back in my most charming monotone. I submitted the revisions on my book, and this is what has made
Haystack charm around your neck
When did we become so banal and unserious that sadness and the songs that sing it aren’t allowed in polite company anymore?
Maybe This Year Will Be Better Than The Last
one last note from me before I move, painful earnestness at the onset of the year
The Titanic Beauty of Unknowable Things
I watched Titanic for the first time, I wrote 3,000 words about it.