I thought Edmund would lose his mind.
‘Sin City’s cold and empty.’ — The first time I watched The Weeknd’s music video for his lonesome synthwave ballad, ‘Blinding Lights,’ I was struck by a kind of familiarity with the story. It occurred to me that I know what it was he was smiling at in the opening shot through that uncanny, bloodtoothedContinue reading “Laughter at the Illness: The Weeknd”
The following piece contains graphic, (potentially) traumatizing content. — “The same way another person might yawn or boil a potato.” Bukowski, Women — Kolby, as was typical after a night like last night, woke up laying with his cheek pressed into the impersonal, olefin carpet of Milton’s mom’s living room. He was facing Jacob whoContinue reading “Some Towel: A Short Story”
‘Dreamboy… why you so painful? Counterfeit, boy. What the fuck you been payin for? So, let the blossoms fall — in Autumn — I pay my respects For all the shit that bloomed when it never had to.‘ Dreamboy aka luki <3, Dream Boy — His name was Lukas. I’m not sure what his lastContinue reading “‘EVERYBODY LOVES YOU’: DREAMBOY”
I first listened to Sweet Trip when I was 19-years-old. At the time, moored to the internet by an almost laughable dearth of any social life whatsoever, I found myself in the tactile grips of Facebook and 4chan /mu/ groups — because whoever really just stumbles into that community by happenstance? Being in that situation,Continue reading “Sweet Trip releases single ‘Walkers Beware! We Drive into the Sun/Stab-Slow’”
Dedicated, with love, to a friend. — “And that’s it, friends. I’ve done it all, I’ve lived it all. If I had the strength, I’d cry. I bid you all goodbye…” Roberto Balano, notes for the novel 2666 — AS long as he could remember, he had known him. We grew up together, he wouldContinue reading “Some Beer: A Short Story”
“The apocalypse is finished, today it is the precession of the neutral, of forms of the neutral and of indifference.” Jean Baudrillard, Simulacra and Simulation — Joplin stands in the hallway. A thick bead of sweat rolling slowly down his large round forehead as he swipes at it with his pinky and thoughtlessly sucks theContinue reading “Some Sigh: A Short Story”
“At the heart of my thoughts I wasn’t I.” Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet — It was early morning and so he was tired. But he had also just lost track. To the best of his poor recollection though, Giles had had eight friends or family members die within the last year. That numberContinue reading “Some Paradise: A Short Story”