
2025: a meltdown in review
A slapped-together impression of 2025 in collages. Made somewhat sensually.

A slapped-together impression of 2025 in collages. Made somewhat sensually.

in the end, the city doesn’t owe you shit. it just sends you home looking worse.

sink into a sinkhole culture and make sure not to look down

This piece urged someone to ask the author “Do you want to be read?”


someone’s getting shaved, someone’s getting crucified, and someone’s pretending it’s poetry
