Bad Brains
Turns out brains – and headaches, more specifically – aren’t something anyone knows fuck-all about.
Turns out brains – and headaches, more specifically – aren’t something anyone knows fuck-all about.
Here’s a few updates, for as long as this cup of coffee I’m drinking lasts.
A tale of independence, illusion, and intracranial intrigue, in which I am both the stranger and the land.
Screeds, sneezes, and stories in equal measure.
Now that I’ve got all the primal shrieking out of my system, let’s move on to moderately less terrible affairs: all the things what I done in this here ol’ fakakta year.