Notes and Marginalia

Some people make writing look so sexy, especially when advertising their tortured-poet-personas online. But writing, when you’re in the trenches of duty, when you’re watching golden hours slip by, when you’re awaiting a dreaded phone call, is nothing more than one pained hour of resistance after another. It goes against every structure of obligation. It’s […]

I woke up to seven missed calls at 1pm. This is how I usually operate, minus the calls. I fell asleep late, or rather, collapsed into sleep like I’d been sedated by an entity. Something had a hold of me last night. I was possessed by an opportunist, a monk, and a hungry spider. The