We Have Always Been in the Future, Pt. 1
For a people whose survival was never guaranteed, this question is a radical call to evaluate where we are and experiment with what could be.
For a people whose survival was never guaranteed, this question is a radical call to evaluate where we are and experiment with what could be.
Even if all I managed was driving to the patrol room and re-stocking my pack, I wasn’t going home to the couch.
It’s supposed to be redemptive and inspiring, but I can’t help but think, that sucks.
The turn of this year feels too fragile for plans.
2020 is somehow more bearable and more striking through the eyes of the post calvin.
Is anyone listening? Does anyone care? Or are we just writing into the void for the satisfaction of our own egos?
This year’s entire catalog is proof that even pandemics and poisonous politics can be spun, however feebly, into something worth reading.
This was it. This was the moment my entire family would oust me from the clan.
Emotional breakdowns are always such a bother.
Much of my problem with Mary stems from my own somewhat-fraught relationship with my reproductive system, which is to say that I hate it and wish that it didn’t exist.