Total Unoriginality

Benjamin P. Toche   August 7th, 1981 – July 22nd, 2023 In the back of the cab, tucked under the front passenger seat, is a paper coffee cup ...

The youth of the world, and I'm assuming this riverine bridge graffito was penned by someone under age 20 given the text message nature ...

At the new digs, the water runs brown when you open the tap and there was a Ford Focus with a smashed out back window and a ratchet strap ho...

"If I took this cigarette and put it out on you, would you love me?" Dax Riggs asks on the track named "Jezebel" from th...

It's three (FAKE) in the morning. {Try that again}  It's the last watch of the night {Better} and I've got Fall Out Boy on the p...

Maybe I've read Blood Meridian  too many times, but it seems like I spend an inordinate amount of my mental space evaluating people for ...

Ceci n'est pas un chapeau that looks like one that belonged to my 1st ex-wife 20 (twenty? LMAO) years ago sitting on a middle school gym...

I recently adventured, katabasis style, back to the wilds of my fostering. The aims and strategic goals of which may come to light later, bu...

I just sat down in the cafe where an older white woman sitting behind me said, "It's been a month of a week." I had to move be...

I harbor a disturbing fear that my kin, the crab at the Anchorage museum, has passed. Yesterday, we went to the museum for the free day and ...

Lately I've taken to wandering around and watching the world on mute. It's strange with no auditory input. Really sharpens the edges...

I am in a state of continual bafflement about the necessary evolutionary idiocy of human pair bonding and the delicate Newtonian curved func...

I started a new job, likely the cause of my most recent and critical terror. It's an endeavor to support homeless queer and trans young ...

Here's a collection of depressing things I've found on a recent trip to Bishop's Attic, and maybe some commentary.  When you wit...