I Thought, No Later.

Post-writer, post-editor, post-antiquarian, post-publisher. Trying to escape the post-s of a life lived before motivation was scorched and snuffed for an invaluable season due to an untangling web of continued pains and diagnoses.

The transgressive earnestness of the Midwest has been grafted into and onto me throughout my life which depending on the day is either the reason why am still here after nearly ten years or the very sign I should look elsewhere before my reflection dons local sportswear to hide ever-softening angles of complacency.

I look to this space of both the net and the self as not only as an overdue outlet but further a challenge to salvage what has started to rust.