Stranger in a Strange Land
A tale of independence, illusion, and intracranial intrigue, in which I am both the stranger and the land.
A tale of independence, illusion, and intracranial intrigue, in which I am both the stranger and the land.
Screeds, sneezes, and stories in equal measure.
Being immunocompromised right now feels like living through a real-life ‘The Last of Us’ – only even more hopeless.
Watching GLASS ONION, I found myself getting nostalgic. Nostalgic, for a fucking pandemic. For a time when it seemed like people actually gave a shit about COVID.
Christmas doesn’t have to be more than a bright spot in a dark night – even if that light’s only reruns flickering on a boxy TV as you’re huddled beneath hospital blankets.