me, I’ll just sit in a dark room until you’re done. I'll just wait here, fermenting quietly, like fruiting mushrooms know they are erotic. the body of the mycelium drone. excellent meat substitute. gorging on decomposition. rotting fetters. dolly parton and tim curry have both left the station known as the world and even though…Read more sitting in the dark until I’m done
life
the real fucking sacred union
second (concluding) weekend of the singapore writers' festival & as First Literary Fellow of the Arts House FellowshipTM I was obliged (pleasantly!) to be at many things, including quick and dirty networking breakfasts and teas, and a certain fAnCy sit-down luncheon at the Brasserie Astoria that involved my friend Ichi (who writes excellently under the…Read more the real fucking sacred union
the unflattering pastime
I don't know how not to waste your time. I've given myself half an hour to write this, so we must be quick about it. in the beginning there was nothing but a blank slate and the word was suggestion. I fed into, then got fed up, of the idea that every text needs to…Read more the unflattering pastime
just looking, thanks
subscribe for immediate updates and secret love notes to your inbox or send me anonymous responses. I love it all. it's week 4 of eating almost-expired yoghurt in my little room and laying on my back of this exercise in free-writing and trying to garner psychic revelations through lying on the floor. back when I…Read more just looking, thanks
portrait of the artist as a rancorous constipate
I am shitposting (literal) again. congratulate me, for I've been having some extremely large and alarming shits. about two months ago I decided to re-embark on a colonic journey to make my elimination of solid waste far more regular and less anxiety-inducing. so far things I have tried include: using a standing desk at work…Read more portrait of the artist as a rancorous constipate
