Saturday is prologue. It’s the culmination of a long week, building to a crescendo of self-actualization. It looms in the distance, then seems to disappear instantly, lost in the stream of hope and indecision. Continue reading Volume XIV – September 2021
If America was a person they would be an overly tanned forty-something year old white man with steroid-tinged build and a carefree demeanor borne of circumstance and privilege. Continue reading Joe Rogan, America in the Flesh
TikTok feels like a harbinger of the death of cinema. Continue reading TikTok TikTok TikTok
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