At an academic mixer, a consultant from Brussels asked everyone to draw the shape of their lives on a Post-It note. I made a scribble and people approached me as if I’d scrawled a cry for help. “But is the Bible considered fiction or non-fiction?” a woman asked nobody in particular on the Q train. Cut to a hospital waiting room where an infomercial babbled to a row of empty chairs: “This rare melon defies the aging process, allowing you to stay fresher and firmer.” Later that night, a stern middle-aged man would turn to the camera and say, “My mattress topper performs as promised.” In the meantime, a headline scrolled across the screen: The Food and Drug Administration Warns Against Buying Young People’s Blood to Prevent Aging.

A voice in the hallway said, “We’re all survivors here.” He’s right. We’re still here. Doing our best to survive these days of propaganda, financial anxiety, and new viruses. Struggling to remain sane in a society that would rather tear itself to pieces than give up its myths and try something new. Anger or compassion? The answer must be compassion because it’s so much harder. Then again, maybe it’s time to end the American experiment. Break it into city-states and clear the stage for a better show.


Autechre – Garbagemx

from Garbage | Warp, 1995 | Spotify

An industrial symphony that feels not only emotional but generous. Recorded twenty-five years ago when Autechre was at the apex of merging melody with machine grit before heading down a brittle and academic path.

Each night in 2020, I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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Courtney
Courtney
3 years ago

This is hauntingly beautiful and unnerving in all the right ways, as all effective poems and dystopian musings are. I look forward to reading and sharing more of your work.

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