becoming a retvrn guy but for crawling into the ocean

sometimes learnng a lot about something makes you worse at understanding it

i deeply believe that giving in to despair is one of the top five morally wrongest things, but damn is it tempting this week

a gaylor pressing random keys on a typewriter will eventually type everything, including "death of the author"

business idea: a dating app for people who literally, non-euphemistically want to come over and watch movies

a sitting member of congress will release an eyeshadow palette within our lifetimes

thinking about my old roommate who said the (charming, lovely) porches on our block of rowhouses was a panopticon. wonder how he's doin

"habit never gives rise to true repetition", i mutter as i gear up for my nine millionth stupid little walk