Instagram is corrosive to my attachment with reality. The more emotionally laden I feel, the more potent it’s numbing effect. There was a time, though, when Instagram was the anchoring to my social existence. In those days, my Instagram biography would be regularly updated, as to announce to the world and Instagram robots who I…

I mean this as no offense to anyone that believes in a higher power. I myself believe in a higher power. I offer this only as a musing, and as someone currently mourning a mistake. When we say “it was meant to be, it was in God’s control”, do we mean to absolve ourselves of…

I have this annoying tendency, imparted in me due to be privlege problems. Someone will tell me they need something besides food or water or basic shelter, and I’ll scoff inside. “You don’t need anything” I’ll think to myself. I can accept that I need to stay alive, and that’s it. This is such a…