The self that exists in meatspace and on the internet has become fragmented in a way that deeply upsets me.
This is a reckoning that has needed to happen ever since the first harm was done. This is a chance to do it better this time.
And we keep waking up every day, doing stuff, maybe doing more stuff, looking for the things that might comfort us, asking the world for meaning, and then we li...
I have had a whole year to be forty-three, and I think it mostly went well. Forty-four is a weird number and I am looking at it with squinty suspicious eyes.