Whatever it takes, hunt joy down

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Photo by Artem Bryzgalov on Unsplash

Dear internet, I’m exhausted, you’ve worn me out and I’m running out of words to tell you how much I love you, how much I believe in you as a force for good, how much I owe you: my life.

All things considered, it remains a very, very, very joyful thing

Please, pause and stay here a while, in the moment.

You’re in your head looking through my eyes. What do you see? Can you see my smile? My mustard yellow shirt? The windswept pony tail after a bike ride through the woods?

In almost 10 months of living in the Netherlands, I had never done it and it was invigorating, liberating, and empowering. And today everything hurts good. I’m no masochist but remembering how to be a human in the world is taking some doing. …

A gentler way to campaign

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A Most Outstanding Feline Operative at work — photo by Chris Barbalis on Unsplash

In our history, we will always recall the day the Candidate invoked the power of cat, thus deploying an army of relief and respite across social media through a thread of gentleness that, at the time of writing, continues to gather pace. Oct. 17 was the day the fierce claw rockets came soaring above the trash fire.

We knew then our moment had come.

For years, operatives like myself have been subtly seasoning our copy and spiking your reading experience with ‘pawpaganda’ by alluding to the true nature of our mission. Thanks to conspiracy theories, we fly under the radar so we can infiltrate every last recess of the human heart at leisure. …

The end result is somewhat concerning

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Photo by Mick Haupt on Unsplash

Those who stand for nothing will go along with anything for fear of causing offense. Cowardice, by default, does exactly that. And so do politically correct weather vanes who hop onto whatever is trending, which, regrettably, happens to be showmanship, the spectacle of humanness declined in endless hues of complementary colors that span a visible light spectrum that only seems to go from orange to blue.

There is no nuance, only shade.

But it is also fair game as long as it keeps paying. Things no longer have to be real to exist, everything is a sleight of hand, a plot twist, theater where hearts and minds can be traded on this bizarro collective exchange of assorted hallucinations that is the digital human marketplace of us. …


Kitty Hannah Eden

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