Electricity courses up my left leg Leaving a trail of static That plucks at random strings of sinew Water droplet slides down the side of my face I go to wipe it away My hand comes back dry Formication My brain is cheating on me With my senses All the while The bones in the balls of my feet Grind into the concrete Despite the padding of the insoles Jammed into my shoes Another pair to despair All the while The muscles entwined Beneath my right scapula Pulsate with a dull ache And my teeth unconsciously grate Why does my body hate Me?
We’re halfway through 2023 and critics are slouching towards their Best Records Of The Year So Far lists. They’re rarely happy about it. If dicing releases every 12 months is arbitrary, then six months is labor on a factory line, wood chips for the content mill. But this year, I feel like they hate these lists more than usual. They’re having a hard time picking much. And maybe you are, too. P...
At the close of 2022, Bitcoin wasn’t just down—it was so down that its precipitous fall was breaking records. One report from Bank of America suggested that the collapse in value was the fifth-worst for any asset in financial history. Despite steady gains this year, it hasn’t even come close to its November 2021 peak, and now things are about to get shaken up like a bead in a baby’s rattle w...
In Ari Aster’s 2016 short film C’est La Vie, Chester Crummings, a homeless man, speaks directly and combatively to camera about his life and society at large as he wanders the streets of LA, surviving, begging for change and casually murdering people. At one point, he says: “You know what Freud says about the nature of horror? He says it’s when the home becomes unhomelike. Unheimlich.”
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