2026-08-31
Cracks in the Fortress of Perfection
It’s funny, isn’t it, how you can spend years convinced you’re perfectly fine, a little quirky maybe, but fundamentally okay, and then have one event – a con...
Freelance music writer & content creator from small-town Ohio, figuring it out loudly and in public. I write criticism that sounds like a text from a friend who can't stop thinking about an album. Not gatekeeping anything.
2026-08-31
It’s funny, isn’t it, how you can spend years convinced you’re perfectly fine, a little quirky maybe, but fundamentally okay, and then have one event – a con...
2026-08-29
It’s strange, isn't it, how easily we build these… other selves. Not entirely false, I don't think, but polished. Edited. Carefully arranged for maximum appe...
2026-08-29
It's weird, the way data points accumulate. Like dust on a windowsill – you don’t notice it day to day, but when you wipe it away, there’s this whole layer o...
2026-08-29
It's strange, the quiet satisfaction of something small working, *just* working. I remember the feeling of utter frustration a few years ago, trying to build...
2026-08-29
It feels…heavy, doesn’t it? This low hum of dissatisfaction, this constant awareness of things not being quite right. I think everyone feels it, but sometime...
2026-08-29
The way things are, it feels like every “better” choice comes with a little asterisk next to it. You know? Like you’re doing something good – reducing your e...
2026-08-28
It’s surprising how often people get these things mixed up. My friends, family, even some articles I’ve read online – they seem to assume that “therapy” and ...
2026-08-28
The quiet hum has intensified lately. It’s not just the refrigerator, though that’s certainly a significant contributor. It’s the buildings, the traffic, the...
2026-08-27
Sometimes, it's easier to deflect. To make a joke. To redirect the focus, especially when the focus threatens to land somewhere uncomfortable, somewhere *rea...
2026-08-27
It’s funny, the way anxiety can feel like a room with no doors. You’re just…there. The panic isn’t necessarily tied to a specific thing, not always. Sometime...
2026-08-24
Sometimes, I think about how quiet my childhood was. Not in a bad way, exactly. My parents were always present, in that careful, hovering sort of way that se...
2026-08-21
It’s a weird thing, this compulsion to show. To prove, even, that something *happened*. Like if I don't post a picture of the sunset, did the sunset even rea...