Junk Drawer

In this home, the junk drawer is where perfect things go to hide, lest their perfection become sullied. Usefulness, uck! Decoration, uck! Unbroken, uck uck uck! One drawer for everything, the junk drawer, where all is preserved.

(To submit a photo of your junk drawer, please contact administration. Euphemistic interpretations will not be accepted at this time.)


Firstly, certain pieces of writing will be, for now, only available HERE, or in published form somewhere out in the world.

Below is potentially everything else that is fit for public consumption, if I can get around to it.

I might note that I’m largely doing this for myself, in order to grapple with the artifacts I’ve created, and perhaps try to figure out what to do with them. Everything in the junk drawer then shall be considered “unpublished”. You will be but a friend I share my work with, in hopes of sparking alliance or conversation. All works are works in progress, very rough drafts.

My email is elsewhere on this site, if you want to begin correspondence. This site attempts to emulate an older model of web-page, wherein the visitor clicks around semi-randomly, just to see what happens. It has been de-optimized for maximum inscrutability. It is user unfriendly, but friendly in its usability. I’d enjoy a robust correspondence, one coming from a sincere place of radical camaraderie. I am an anarchist, thank you very much.*

*Not the phony libertarian kind, nor the “anarcho-capitalist” kind, which is just a form of fascism. Additionally, I’m not interested in having arguments online with people. Sincere disagreement is fine, when rooted in curiosity and a willingness to listen to other people. I’d like that, if it exists anywhere online. (It doesn’t, as far as I can see.)


Table of Junk Drawer Contents:

A Language for Animals, Vol 3: Composing and Decomposing

Bureau of Letters, Drawer 1

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