My fault

whoopsie daisies

I thought ya’ll wouldn’t notice if I took a quiet vacation and didn’t say nothing and then over the past few weeks of my travels I ran into a few folks who would say they enjoyed reading this thing and even though that violates rule number one* of fight club this newsletter, I was actually heartened that people cared enough to share feedback, mostly because Iike to pretend that no one reads this so i have more space to just do and not think about what [insert person onto which I am projecting my anxiety] thinks.

Alas. I am not barking into an echo chamber.

That said, I’m going to take a few more weeks to re-strategize what this newsletter is, and what I’d like it to do. Fall is typically an energizing season for me, and I have been busy in my own personal cocoon being remade by the changes life has brought me. Some of them are good! A few of them are disappointing. All of them are gifts. I’ll be back by the peak of scorpio season** with cogent thoughts, weird art, and intimate sounds, if all goes as planned.

*rule number 1 is we don’t talk IRL*** about this newsletter, this specifically goes out to my uncle [redacted] who likes to ask me, in person, LOUDLY, about the things he doesn’t understand in this newsletter, as if it is supposed to be understandable! Um, sir, this is merely a vibe! A delusion! A play space! Don’t ask me to explain anything. All inquiries must be in writing, and will be responded to in a fever dream at my latest inconvenience.

**aka 11/11 my bday

***in real life. just in case.