Identity theft: the most existential kind

The details of my identity theft problem are not so interesting except inasmuch as they reveal little details about my identity.

Confessions

I’ve never liked the idea of writing for only myself. As a person who hopes to be a writer (sometimes even claims to be one!) it seems seditious for me to have anything worth writing that I’m not going to tell the world. Of course, that’s silly. Such things exist —you likely won’t hear about my sexual…

On writing

And a contract with the Internet to do so regularly

I apologize for any mistakes herein— theoretical, grammatical, technical. And that’s the last time I’m going to be apologizing, for the time being.

When is this god forsaken House of Cards going to collapse?

I’m getting a little emotional here, people.

So, every emotionally-invested House of Cards fan at some point must feel the instinct to write a review about the saga… or at…

On nothing. Sorry reader.

This is awful, Medium. I don’t know what to write about and I’m on a deadline from my meanest editor: myself.

I suppose in some sense I’m writing this because of you. Theoretical you. You, reader. I don’t know who you are but I’m told you’re there from time…