the Pandemic – the Infinite

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fragments of self

Posted on May 30, 2023 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

The self that exists in meatspace and on the internet has become fragmented in a way that deeply upsets me.

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I write what hurts my feelings

Posted on April 25, 2023 by Nix Kelley / 1 Comment

The pain leads me to what is true.

a rusted car in front of a concrete block structure, all covered in climbing vines and other flora

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apocalypse of the self

Posted on September 28, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 1 Comment

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.

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on apocalypses

Posted on September 24, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 1 Comment

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...

a three panel comic of a yellow bird and a purple computer chair. in the first panel, the bird says 'I can finally fix my posture in this new chair'. in the second panel, the bird sits in the chair and says 'ahh so comfy. let's play a bit'. in the third panel, the bird is sitting across the seat with legs in different directions; a caption reads '~40 minutes later~'.

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this is all about me: I have become older

Posted on August 23, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

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.

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I want to love Pride month

Posted on June 2, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

I want accountability. I want change. I want rainbows that remind us to smile and recall how much we love each other, not rainbows that are held up in defiance ...