Speculative Fiction

Steering my flesh, burning the bread

crumpled chicken scratch ironed out and digitized

a collection of (sometimes coherent) thoughts swirling around in the brain

a cultural confessional, a kvetch sesh, and a manifesto on the relationship between aesthetics, economies, and individuals

and other resonant feelings, and maybe what I do about them. Not a soapbox, but a porch stoop.

the inside of my brain. personal essays, cultural critique, whatever is on my mind

Vita entertaining us with a monologue.

writing to make you feel crazier & writing to make you feel sane