Acid and Lost Time

The Ache is leaving. Three years languished by dead end jobs, drugs and friends. Last week above a bagel store, the sun morphs mute amidst travelling clouds, indifferent fluctuations of light on an otherwise featureless day. You arrive a tight knot of anxieties over a moment in time that could only have arrived after its departure … More Acid and Lost Time

Black Box Idiot Cult

Blanket city run along soaked in rain. Idiot Boy wastes his time visiting a passing crush at the other end of town. Slips between two houses and a metal sheet, communal refrigerator in the middle of the road filed with half-empty soy bottles. Dead bell stop, mocking red blink of the operator. Father arrives … More Black Box Idiot Cult

Fascist Nostalgia, Libertarian Disaffect: McDonald’s as Everything and Nothing

Entry into McDonald’s: sleek glass sliding doors framed by stacked stone walls—the modernist’s indoor-outdoor flow, with the rigidity of austere corporate Bauhaus; and within: strict regimentation of monochrome tables … More Fascist Nostalgia, Libertarian Disaffect: McDonald’s as Everything and Nothing

A Derisory Self-Analysis

So I’ve been reading the Boogiepop light novels as of late and it’s got me thinking about self-hatred, narcissism and radical alterity. There was a time I wanted to be a counsellor, because I thought being exceedingly depressed was a good foundation for connecting with others. I don’t think I could do that now, simply because it disgusts me too much … More A Derisory Self-Analysis

The Theft of Feminism, or, Undoing a Hauntology of Privilege

Socialism without feminism is barbarism, the same cybernetic hierarchy of wretched Stalinist bullshit, leftist recuperation of capitalist infrastructure. Patriarchy, death knell of intersectionality, the ability to see beyond the fucking labour market, closed circuit of exchange and production … More The Theft of Feminism, or, Undoing a Hauntology of Privilege