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

living in the friction / leaving in the fiction

hello love, it’s me again. comment, reply in my inbox, send me anonymous responses. I love it all.or, subscribe for updates delivered fresh to your inbox. if you write in aptos font you get aptos thoughts. and if you write poetry in arial expect arial verse. I saw an Instagram ad this morning that went…Read more living in the friction / leaving in the fiction

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