The Fractals of Cruelty

I grew up in Texas. I specifically remember in sixth grade, a “band” comprised of local police officers was performing at a school assembly, complete with police-like lights and a fog machine. They played the song “Proud to be an American,” and a kid who was very popular and “cool” was standing on the gym … Read more

Dearth of the Distinct

It’s funny how quickly things change. Circa 2004, I remember ordering a hemp t-shirt off the web. It was a dark shirt, I think blue or like navy/dark grey. I’m not sure exactly what I’d call the color. Then, there was a dark maroon boombox on it. I bought it from some site that I … Read more