“…a love letter to the act of becoming unlike anything I’ve ever read.”
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“I felt seen, wrecked, and rebuilt in the span of a subject, too many times to count.”
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"I read so many sentences on the verge of tears. I forgot we’re allowed to be this honest with each other.”
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"This thing is like uploading who you are into someone's brain in a day instead of a year... scary, kinda too much, but also fascinating."
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“I didn’t read this, I remember it. Like someone wrote down what I’ve never been able to say.”
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“…a manifesto for anyone who's ever felt too much, or just plain wanted to disappear.”
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“This is an elegy, a prayer, and punch in the gut. Thank you.”
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“I’d given up on feeling hope, but you helped me find it, along with fury and forgiveness.”
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“…like digging your fingers into the soil of your own soul. Messy. Necessary. Life-giving.”
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“This put words to things I’ve only ever screamed into my pillow. I love you too, stranger.”
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“This felt like being seen by someone who doesn’t want anything from you. Just for you to keep going.”
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“I stayed up until 3am for days in a row reading this, and now I’m walking around my life like I’m finally seeing it.”
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“…a love letter to the act of becoming unlike anything I’ve ever read.” — “I felt seen, wrecked, and rebuilt in the span of a subject, too many times to count.” — "I read so many sentences on the verge of tears. I forgot we’re allowed to be this honest with each other.” — "This thing is like uploading who you are into someone's brain in a day instead of a year... scary, kinda too much, but also fascinating." — “I didn’t read this, I remember it. Like someone wrote down what I’ve never been able to say.” — “…a manifesto for anyone who's ever felt too much, or just plain wanted to disappear.” — “This is an elegy, a prayer, and punch in the gut. Thank you.” — “I’d given up on feeling hope, but you helped me find it, along with fury and forgiveness.” — “…like digging your fingers into the soil of your own soul. Messy. Necessary. Life-giving.” — “This put words to things I’ve only ever screamed into my pillow. I love you too, stranger.” — “This felt like being seen by someone who doesn’t want anything from you. Just for you to keep going.” — “I stayed up until 3am for days in a row reading this, and now I’m walking around my life like I’m finally seeing it.” —
Current Reader Favorites
rethinking the american lawn
the ugly end of their centuries
the curious case of the alpha male
We are a field of wildflowers that has been turned into a lawn. Poisoned and kept in a suspended state of adolescence, they call it natural, call it order, and call it right; but the inarguable natural order is what the lawn replaced— diverse, wild, and free— forever returning.