Category Archives: Placeless
Listen, book, your aesthetic can’t be both “lazy Warhol knockoff” and “grandpa forced to take a photo at Ye Olde Wild West Land.”
“That’s who you’ve always been. You were always into that stuff.”
He foresaw the ways crumbling capitalism morphs into fascism—and for that alone, his platform is worth revisiting.
Yes, it’s objectively weird. But I think there’s something to it.
I wish I could say I was one of those people who uses social media for the simple fun and joy of it (although I’m not sure if that’s even possible anymore).
Challenge yourself in the produce aisle. Make something adults make.
Though you may never see these words, I still wanted to say them.
Why not examine writing’s power through words that can be hummed as well as read?
What better way to learn about something so very intimate and human than through storytelling?