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Tramps Like Us
There should be a German word for having never wanted something, but needing it to feel good all the same.
Essays
Essays
Fix The Tracking
We can never ask AI to generate the past we want to hold onto, or the perfect world we believe was promised to us and I guess for some it is easier to hope that someday a computer will make this world perfect for you than to accept that real perfect will always be broken
Essays
To recreate us
I love a song about the earnest failings of youth, because these are the years it is safest to fail.
Essays
Duct-tape and soldered wires
Last night I had a dream that I was at a friend’s funeral, and this morning I had to wake up and check the obituaries to make sure it wasn’t real.
Essays
Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the severance turns the minutes to hours
I’m thinking about “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” this morning. Partially because I always am, and partially because of three seconds in the opening minutes of the latest episode of Severance.
Essays
Seabirds singing like doves
For months I thought there was an owl outside.
Essays
Don't Worry About The Cost
Note: this is a piece I wrote to read on stage for The Basement Revue, a yearly music/literary variety show here in Toronto. I thought it would be nice to include it here in the newsletter at the end of the year as well. If you'd like
Essays
Punk Pinocchios gotta go, gotta go
There’s a lot to be said about saying fuck it and grasping for all your desires when everything feels like it’s falling apart at a rapid clip.
Essays
I've got my spine, I've got my Orange Crush
The true promise of transition and sobriety and all big changes is asking to remember all the things I have worked to forget and carelessly put away.
Essays
Playlist of desire
Every time I write the intro to an essay lately I feel I am at my most John Wick, all tired and hunched over. Saying yeah, I’m thinking I’m back in my most charming monotone. I submitted the revisions on my book, and this is what has made
Essays
Haystack charm around your neck
When did we become so banal and unserious that sadness and the songs that sing it aren’t allowed in polite company anymore?
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Maybe This Year Will Be Better Than The Last
one last note from me before I move, painful earnestness at the onset of the year