it's not like i'm walking around fingering razor-blades or anything but honestly i've been feeling a little down. pub 06-27-21, sunday.

i'm working toward culturing hopelessness in a forward-thinking, austere, 積極的 sort of way. pub 06-28-21, monday.

i have pet theories on ghosts and their myriad spooky frustrations, but no one among the living is willing to hear me out. pub 06-29-21, tuesday.

there are reported cases of people who read for so long in their warm baths, were so engrossed and moved, that they lost consciousness and drowned. pub 07-01-21, thursday.

once it was explained to me that insomnia can grow to such proportions that is becomes medically dangerous but limbically euphoric. pub 07-03-21, saturday.

many space horror movies rely on a crutch, i.e., the dissonance between the universe's endlessness and the inability of people who explore it to escape familiar, comprehensible fates. pub 07-04-21, sunday.

while the series of screeches, beeps, and tones shared between computers might be incomprehensible to us humans, they constitute an intimate language for the modern digital network of tomorrow. pub 07-05-21, monday.

recently i have been reading stories written by young people: terrible stories about very very sad people which nevertheless have the topography of good jokes. pub 07-07-21, wednesday.

the worst part being that she can write the most anemic, terminally wounded paragraphs and they still steamroll me, and i let myself be tricked, and i want to be forever. pub 07-08-21, thursday.

it scares me a little that if i watch only a little television, i hate it, feel ruined by it, but that if i instead watch it a lot, every day, i can love anything that has ever been made. pub 07-09-21, friday.

remembering little things, like how some of the hallways smelled like tempura oil, and how terrible it felt to be left waiting on the hardwood benches outside the library before the late winter frosts broke. pub 07-12-21, monday.

arterially recently i have not been feeling great: suffering from what might have once been attributed to a fatal lack of a certain humor. pub 07-13-21, tuesday.

it used to be that when someone was very committed to you they would ensure that you were kept in natron no fewer than seventy days, though also no more than ninety, so that the body might remain just pliable enough for wrapping. pub 07-16-21, friday.

the fresh sandwiches you can buy from transfer stations come in cellophane packs of three, each of a different flavor, texture, and appearance, maybe to combat boredom; but why are the crusts cut off. pub 07-18-21, sunday.

it has become increasingly obvious to me that the inability to see fun where many others do is not a cute virtue to be protected but a plain disfigurement. pub 07-19-21, monday.

it is unclear to me whether the amphetaminic spasms of modern variety shows are for to dissuade the watcher from latching onto an immanent hopelessness, or are the only white noise in which it is possible to live slow. pub 07-20-21, tuesday.