I have no idea what I’m doing, and it terrifies me. Somehow I have become unmoored from my own sense of identity and belonging. I cannot tell you precisely when it happened or why, only that I have a sense of floating around in my own existence like its a part of deep space, with no landmarks, or guideposts, and no clear means of navigation. There is this sense of just missing myself. As though I’m standing right beside her and missing her somehow. And a sense of just missin

Are you singing Sympathy for the Devil now too? Photo Credit: David Bastedo Hey there. It’s been a while since I’ve introduced myself and...

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Sometimes life throws you into crisis mode. I've faced my fair share of crises over the years and, on one hand (I suppose) it could be...

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The system is fucked. Of course it is; it’s fundamentally flawed. It’s a system built on the premise of exploiting the many for the...

Fuck the system. There, I said it. And I make no apology for saying it. It needs to be said. It’s not just that the system is broken....

This is a thing I’ve figured out along the way. It has become a kind of credo I live by. It helps me navigate the world because it causes me

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