*record scratch, freeze frame* yep, it's me. you're probably wondering how we got into this situation. i. election 2020. i found myself saying the same goddamn thing this year, as well. no surprise there, i've been saying the same goddamn things over and over these past four years, living in the cyclical dystopian nightmare that … Continue reading barrelling towards the denouement, in four parts – fear & loathing as america burns.
fear and loathing as america burns
civil war: a tale of two rallies — fear and loathing as america burns.
patriots’ day counter protest flyer; martin luther king jr. civic center park, berkeley, ca, 15 april 2017. (photographed by pan ellington) it had been a while since i’d been out, save for a handful of daytime marches, may days and the women’s march with friends, the safest of safe amongst crowds composed of nine to … Continue reading civil war: a tale of two rallies — fear and loathing as america burns.
as the clock strikes twelve — fear and loathing as america burns.
it still doesn’t feel real, you know, even though we’ve had the last three months to get used to this most heinous of american ideas. i spent inauguration day mimosa hazing and weed dazing my way through the beginning chapters of this incredibly traumatic, national acid trip of terror — the penultimate fucked-up, dystopian novel in which … Continue reading as the clock strikes twelve — fear and loathing as america burns.
fear and loathing at a billionaire’s gay wedding.
zoo house lobby, 2013. The invitation arrived at Zoo House, in a conspicuous, thick, silver envelope, addressed in a hand of fine calligraphy, poking out of the top of my little black mailbox in our run-down lobby in Berkeley, I tucked it under my arm on my way up after class. I dumped my stuff and … Continue reading fear and loathing at a billionaire’s gay wedding.