The crumbling of our country, pt. 1

In which a Gen-Xer looks at his nation, bereft and aghast, trying to put words together.

What Palm Springs is for

Because I got sick a few days ago and had a bit of a crisis.

Writing for writing's sake

Because I have a keyboard and I can.

On nostalgia and progress

Written as I ponder this can of orange Slice before me.

Blah. Editing?

Beginning to question my vocation here.

For a Substack—perhaps. Or perhaps not.

Because, you see, I need to write.

More reckoning thoughts...

This will take some time.

A reckoning of sorts.

"And then one day I woke up, and I realized I was never going to be normal, so I said, "Fuck it." I said, "So be it."

            —Hard Harry, Pump Up the Volume