#Dark Humor
Disposable Humanity
Those who know me also know how intrigued I am by human self-extinction. I am studying human brain chemicals and structure for the novel I am writing; therefore, further research into pollution led me to write this piece today.
Are You Still Reading?
Let's call this what it is. I'm not a reader anymore, I'm Netflix in human form. And not even the binge-watching kind. Binge-watching was at least monogamous, obsessive, loyal until four in the morning. No, I do the new thing: one episode of this, one episode of that, rotate, sample, never commit.
The Premium Tier of the *Afterlife*
Heaven ships free; Hell is £1.99 a month (and it renews automatically, which is the single most accurate detail in the entire enterprise). The Son of God is a loss leader. The Adversary is the upsell. You begin in the light, where it costs nothing, and you pay only to go down.
A Meditation Gone Sideways
There I am, bloody determined to join the enlightened masses, downloading this meditation app like some convert at the altar of digital wellness. Pastel animations of serene bastards floating through manufactured tranquility. Yes, I'm gonna be a guru!
Present Tense Delirium *- Notes on a Plane*
Embrace the monster I've become at this altitude, where oxygen deprivation meets social claustrophobia and creates something beautiful and terrible and completely unhinged. Monster.
World Champion
You're a masterpiece sculpted by cosmic sarcasm, blessed by existence's eternal practical joke, crowned victor in a competition nobody understood whilst everyone else drowned in biological obscurity.
Wander elsewhere.
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