A place where you’ll get to read about media trends and current events from the perspective of me — a modern millennial; a mid-30 something-year-old career writer who hasn’t given up the holy hope of going viral.
I once was considered the voice of a generation. Then I was called a voice of the generation. Now I’m just a voice, forever ripening to the sounds of a keyboard that go *pitter-patter* in the night as I type alone in this tiny home.
Here you’ll find a semi-weekly dose of performative vulnerability, idealism-fueled misanthropy, and contemplative inquiries into contemporary phenomenology all tied up with a pretty spiritual bow. Because I prefer to reside on the battlefield for the future wearing a golden halo, synthesizing the nonsense into a semblance of moral order. I am choosing to remind us all that despite the dysfunction of the dyad clambering for influence on an uncertain horizon, there is hope for a better tomorrow.