There is a form of psychological warfare inflicted upon Facebook users by its Memories function, algorithm, however you’d like to categorize it — in that daily reminder to reflect back upon your life, five years ago today, two, whatever it is. The response elicited in the user (in this case, me) tends to function on a number … Continue reading an algorithm, a chaos fairy, & abject failure.
sand & ache, 9/2015.My ego still bruised, my heart still tender. But I was starting to feel The Pan again, newly emerged from the cold, dark crevasse of recent heartbreak, another Wendy fled. Writing and hustle my remedy, surrounding myself with folx that are able to see me. Half-dressed for the joe-job, in medias res, just … Continue reading gaze at me blind.
I lived another life years ago, in another sort of Neverland — the business we call show, as Hedwig would say. I was one among many, angling for a spot in the writers’ room while biding time as an office p.a. My first job was on “Firefly,” at 20th Century Fox. And I’m not gonna lie, being … Continue reading through ignorance or negligence.
I sat there scrolling through my feed in the morning, as I usually do, and stumbled upon it. I knew what would happen as soon as I did. These things do have a tendency to move me so. But I clicked, anyway. And when it was over I sat there, kicking myself for getting all … Continue reading the beauty in the mob.