ANXIETY 1962 – 1963: A Fever Dream Through Digital Capitalism

The city is a factory and we are paranoid machines; subject pre/post, producer of the product that is ourselves, a scattered weave of electronic and experiential commodities. Who needs to believe in advertising when they can believe in themselves, photographed before the latest microbrew … More ANXIETY 1962 – 1963: A Fever Dream Through Digital Capitalism

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