Why do I love you?
Is it because you’re beautiful? Or because you’re fun to be with?
Is it because I feel like I've won something every time I make you laugh?
is not one that comes lightly to me. The longer I’m involved with social media and the internet-as-pastime the more I’m simultaneously hyper-aware and totally oblivious of what it’s doing to me while I’m involved with it. My brain feels like I’m learning, and all the…
You are nearing your thirties and deep in the shaky, throaty embrace of an acid trip. At the beginning, you used to try and hide your confusion from the acid, fearing its opinion of you, but it is your seventh or eighth time with the drug, now, and you accept its admonitions and idiosyncrasies with…