the works of muted decadence: a bodily reclamation
I hope you can forgive my muteness. I didn’t mean to put you on hold like this — my return is not in vain, and I here apologize for the noncommittal teasing language. Soon became later, later nearly became never, this year turned to the next, and next year never...
Echoes of Community
J Train Musings: A Foreward It was a midsummer’s night some years ago on a short train ride back from visiting a friend, two stops from home, three at most. I had no business sitting; the car's standing pole was more than fine. Cropped crochet, self cut Levi short,...
rave again: the future is our savior
Foreward written by our Creatrix: I initially connected with Jay via Twitter's suggested follow algorithm, or whatever its formal name it was at the time back in '14. I used the application primarily to keep up with some friends as well as producers and DJs for their...