Personal essays, cultural criticism, and the smaller true things — an octopus and what it costs to risk connection again, the video games that gave a kid a place to lose without consequence, the unglamorous reality of dating apps. This is where the sociologist and the memoirist share a destination
The Jurisdiction of Flesh: How They Use/d Bones to Build the Constitution
I have been thinking about ghosts.
Not the kind that rattle chains in horror films — the kind that wear robes. The kind that sit in marble rooms and read old sentences aloud as if language is neutral, as if words do not carry the weight of every body that was excluded when they were first written. The kind of ghost that says we are only following the text while the text was written in the shadow of a whip.
Fleshy and Eager: On Risk, An Octopus, and Connection
A personal essay on Remarkably Bright Creatures, isolation, intimacy, and what it means to risk connection again in a world shaped by ease, legibility, and self-protection.
I Am Made of Fatalities and Rainbow Roads
“In these video games, there were victories and meaningless losses. I had something I didn’t have to be good at.”
