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꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

Why not wraiths? Life and language are, in themselves, wraith studies.

The immaterial, the unliving, the undying, the subliminal, & the realms these concepts occupy exist at the heart of all my work. What are wraiths? Where are wraiths? Why are wraiths? How are wraiths? When are wraiths? Who are wraiths?

For each question, there are countless answers, all of which lead to even more questions.

Due to the specific requirements for tangibility and therefore, respective confines, there are some things society refrains from exploring: for example, the infamous “wraith” (alternatively: “phantom”).

How strange. The aliens were just asking me the same thing about humans.

essentially, this is how i’ve chosen to express two (2) contradicting aspects of myself. the short summary is that this is an alter ego thing.

more specifically?

❤︎ alien chatter ❤︎ — “alien” is code for the version of me that cuts loose. in turn, “alien chatter” serves as a way to free myself from genre suffocation and other obligatory rules, expectations, and categorizations that would otherwise limit my authenticity as an author, artist, and more generally, sentient being. it’s all glitter and vibes. ~~~ this is where i make space for the version of me that parties, goofs off, tries to operate on a single brain cell, and finds excuses to invoke Vin Diesel in my work.

❤︎ wraith studies ❤︎ — the “wraith” embodiment was my default state until my late-20s. i was always a gothy, creepy little thing obsessed with darkness, death, and decay. “wraith studies” is a term that reflects this as it applies to my work, as well as addresses my perpetual academic yearnings. this is all gloom, doom, demons, and scholarship. the “wraith” is the one who obsesses over blood, skulls, ink, and of course, super old literature. moreover, it enmeshes those passions with my creative practice.

the “wraith” aspect of my personality has been there as far back as i can remember, and for a long time, all my writing and art reflected this wraithhood. in fact, it existed unchallenged for a little more than a quarter of a century!

meanwhile, the “alien” officially introduced itself to me at some point in early-2021. i imagine it’s always been there, but was downright terrified of both the world and my wraithhood. i think falling in love is what gave my “alien” self the space and courage to finally emerge.

sometimes, the “alien” and the “wraith” [or the “alien chatter” and the “wraith studies”] exist as separate entities. other times, they come together in an entirely organic manner. for example, when it comes to yoga, my “alien” and my “wraith” merge into a single entity.

i have been taking a looooooong break from a lot of things.

it turns out getting offline, becoming serious about your yoga, playing chess, acquiring & honing new skills, speed-running sudoku, eating salads, reading book after book after book, studying varying philosophies, not killing off your sims immediately, journaling without worrying about anyone seeing what you wrote, & going outside can be really nice & restorative.

who knew? i really thought it was all bs for most of my life but this stuff is so much more powerful than i ever imagined. like whoa.

Because I just took a looooooooooooooong break from all the publishing & art scenes, the world is imploding, & my brain is soup. I’ll try to post stuff as I find it, or remember it exists.

My life has changed a lot in the past few years. I’m still recalibrating… so it’s just gonna be vibes for now. I think Kathy Acker said it best―“GET RID OF MEANING. YOUR MIND IS A NIGHTMARE THAT HAS BEEN EATING YOU: NOW EAT YOUR MIND.”

i stand against it, loathe it, and believe it’s a plague on us all.

relatedly, my use of em dashes is not an ai thing. it’s a writer thing. we did it first; generative ai just copied us.