For the past couple of weeks I haven’t been able to get this notion out of my head

Enacting a federal moratorium on the construction of hyperscale AI data centers until we find each other

If I’d devoted even 25% of the effort I’m putting into my upcoming dj sets to my hyper prestigious liberal arts education, I wouldn’t be a broke bum with no mainstream career prospects. Thank God I didn’t

The only hands I remember belong to two girls I knew at 17. One loved me more than life itself; the other outscored me at science olympiads. The former had soft palms and long, delicate fingers. The latter had broad palms and short, bony fingers, like a lego minifigure’s

Sometimes on the dance floor I catch someone glancing from the northern european butch lesbian behind the decks to me and back again. I give them a tired nod to confirm that, yes, I see it too

God bless technology. If I hadn’t reinstalled instagram last night, a serbian witch on reels wouldn’t have prophesied that I’m about to have the best October of my Life

I’ve spent so much of my young adulthood walking alone through deserted city streets at night, carrying whatever had just happened to me from one dimly lit storefront to the next

Every decision I’ve ever made has brought me to this dance floor, where I now find myself crying to a 25yo dnb track played by a dutch experimental electronic musician. Maybe I am the richest man alive youtube.com/watch?v=CuJuEuAu…

The other day I was walking home from work, exhausted and wondering what I was enduring all this drudgery for. Then I saw Vivaldi’s Four Seasons reincarnated as the second floor of a random Bushwick middle school, and it all made sense

A contemporary male experience is anxiously waiting to hear from a potential employer, only to get an email from pinterest with the subject line “transmasc fashion for you"

I love my generation. At a club, even among the most hardcore ravers you can spot the ones whose dance moves were shaped by years of playing Fortnite

At 10, I idolized my father. The first crack came when he got so drunk at a bar that I had to carry him home. But the drinking wasn’t what disturbed me. When I arrived, he was flirting with a fat woman. As everyone stared at us, I kept thinking: Is my dad into fat chicks?

Having spent thousands of dollars on professional dj gear for my bedroom, I can now play a song by an early 2000s indie band through an analog mixer and speakers while a post pandemic zoomer girl does her makeup in the morning, giving zero fucks about the sound quality

Reports from the front lines of the male loneliness epidemic are coming in: converting deconstructed club tracks from flac to aiff while braising cabbage on a cloudy Sunday afternoon does indeed take the edge off

In hindsight, my kindergarten teacher telling me I had “darting eyes, like those of a thief” when I was six years old was pretty curious

Honey, wake up! Post scarcity, post desire America has arrived: at a birthday party in nyc there are only drinks and no food except aperol spritz flavored beef gelatin

A certain type of guy will claim depression doesn’t exist and then spend his friday night scrolling through ebay listings for the iPhone 6s

The only thing that can snap a Russian yearner out of his tonic despair is a burly Azerbaijani yelling at him for holding up the line while he daydreams about slowly feeding a woman strands of braided cheese