I often think of how it is a very desolate, awful world we have found ourselves inhabiting. With an ingrained cynicism of the skeptical 13-year-old in me who never really left, I find myself feeling rather hopeless about anything and everything all at once. This world feels a little too heavy and my shoulders feel just shy of strong enough to carry this burden. There is a strange sense of grief that seems to wash over me; an anticipatory grief. A grief that seems to arrive before the love it...

There is simply no way to frame this other than just the musings of someone who is chronically online. Over my 12 years of exposure to the strange little corners of the internet, I have gained several skills—reciting the entirety of Bye Sister by Tati Westbrook ( Oh my God, time and place! And you did it at my birthday dinner! ), being able to identify at least three different subsets of the 9/11 to Ellen DeGeneres pipeline (and I’ve even managed to extend it beyond just those two events),...

Picture this: shrouded in darkness, you’re faced with an overgrown wasteland. You stalk across the foliage, desperately attempting to be...