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Observations on life and what endures when the distraction clears.
There’s a very specific kind of modern arrogance that convinces a guy running a neighborhood gathering space that having an algorithm design a poster is an act of sheer genius rather than a quiet admission that he is completely out of gas. When you spend your waking hours unjamming sixty-year-old steel pinsetters, counting beer cans…
the ink is ready in my headblack and thick and foulready to bite into cheap cotton paperready to make a racket at three in the morninglike hail hitting a tin roof i have the cadencethe rough edgesthe heavy sigh of a man who knowsthe rent is latethe world is hollowand the coffee is cold i…
Walk into any grocery store at two in the morning and take a slow stroll down the center aisles. What you are looking at isn’t really food. It’s miles of shelf-stable calories extruded through high-pressure industrial nozzles, chemically dyed to look appetizing and shrink-wrapped in slick plastic. It’s food stripped of dirt, season, weather and…
the belt is fraying around the drum,but the dial clicked forward anywayi know what i was built to dotake the soaked, heavy thingsand turn them light again so the motor groans awakethe metal rattles on the concrete floori go through the revolutionsspinning, tumbling,yet leaving everything damply dry the heat element gave up halfway throughleaving only…
The ocean covers over seventy percent of our planet, yet we’ve explored a staggering, deeply impressive five percent of it. Maybe five. We’ve barely dipped our toes into our own terrestrial bathtub, yet we confidently stride around pretending we own the place, fully convinced we’ve mastered the depths because we managed to map a few…
Liam Layton recently asked how loud you think you can scream internally before it becomes external. It is a hauntingly precise way to measure the soul in 2026. Lately my internal acoustics have moved past a dull roar and into the kind of vibration that threatens to take the house down. It turns out that…
Look, we have to stop pretending that rest is some kind of holy reward for being a good little worker. That is just another sedative they sell you to keep you quiet while you grind your soul into the dirt. In my years running operations and managing messy transitions, I learned one thing the hard…
It is a truly remarkable feat of modern governance when the state manages to execute a man whose primary professional calling was keeping people alive. Alex Pretti was a thirty-seven-year-old ICU nurse at the Minneapolis VA who was apparently so dangerous that he had to be neutralized by federal agents outside a doughnut shop. One…
Sorry for the radio silence. I know, in the age of the algorithmic hot take, a three-day delay is practically an archaeological era. But truth be told, I needed a minute. Sometimes, when the universe decides to rhyme with its ugliest verses, you have to step back and let the sheer, unadulterated absurdity of it…
G.K. Chesterton once wrote that “Tradition means giving votes to the most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead.” I find this quote mostly terrifying because if we allowed my ancestors to vote on our current dinner menu, we would all be eating hardtack and salted cod while dying…
JUSTIN LOCKRIDGE 