About identity, mental health, and your neighborhood nazi. I’m horrified. I had a feeling that this was bound to happen. It did. Fascists are like cockroaches in a 19th-century house with a chronic leakage problem: You step on three, and when you lift your sight, you find twenty or thirty around you, laying on their […]Read more "Taking Email Advice from a Nazi Enabler"
Shamefully often, while working on a piece, I’ve stopped myself mid-way, and erased a couple hours worth of polished paragraphs, to welcome, once again, the empty page and the few days of erratic wandering through family libraries that the desire to write something really ambitious brings along. These brisk interruptions and discardings tend to come […]Read more "My Strange Romance with the Self-Help Movement"
The possibility of Fully Automated Luxury Gay Space Communism is not only palpable but also pretty exciting. It’s the 30h of July of 2018, as you might have read above. I’m currently sitting in my dining room, all alone, in the silent company of my obese cat, and other progressive clichés. I’ve got a confession to make: […]Read more "I’m actually excited about Space Gay Communism"
Particularly when the topic I’ll be treating directly involves my behaviour, it’s really hard for me to remove myself from my writing. I’ll apologize for sticking my unsavory figure into this topic too. I’ve been aiming to write at least three posts a week, which is a recommended volume of material, or as it is […]Read more "On “content creation” and how a tool I didn’t believe in saved my blog! [DOWNLOAD MY E-BOOK, IT’S GETTING ME THROUGH TAX-FUNDED COLLEGE!]"
Some time ago, I watched a wonderful video by Vox, on the success of Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird. The video explained how the novel’s success was made possible by the invention and spread of paperback books. Winning the Pulitzer Prize in 1961, To Kill a Mockingbird was at the pinnacle of the “paperback […]Read more "Ode to the physical format"
I’ve just climbed up from a pile of office work, to write a few unrequested lines about one of my favourite novels. Please, don’t expect anything ambitious. When I first read Maurice by E.M. Forster, I was seventeen years old. I produced a sloppy little review for La Chambre Ardente, a journalistic project kept by […]Read more "Dedicated to better times"
I’m gaining weight like mad. I’ll be epistemologically irresponsible, and say that 50% of it is muscle and 50% of it is the consequence of my succulent breakfasts (which consist of about a litter of coffee and, certainly, a whole package of XXXTentaciones cookies). From the pedestal of my corporate job, my twelve Twitter followers, […]Read more "How to Save your Life"