The subtitle is "It's just some dumb snacks, yo," overheard at a 7-11 in Baltimore. This also encapsulates what this project is: dumb snacks.
This is an abstracted nonfiction personal blog. I try to craft each entry so it could stand alone as a nonfiction short-short but also could, when read with others, build towards a larger work. I also use this space to try experimental writing, like lists, questions, or occasionally surrealism. Thematically, I always want to blur the line between humor and despair.
I capitalize very little, on purpose, so that what is written is slightly divorced from reader expectations. I want to call attention to the words themselves, to the concept that they were written by a real human person, and also I want to underscore that I do not take myself seriously as a subject.
For content, I do almost no commentary on any worthwhile topics like news or culture. I try and be tongue-in-cheek about the navel-gazing nature of the project. I am fascinated by the hard-to-articulate emotional states--like that feeling when you're slightly insane and go out to the grocery store to feel more insane--and how they reveal themselves in mundane situations.
Most of all, I try to be entertaining. There is absolutely no point writing on a public forum if you aren't conscious of readers. Otherwise I would just use my private journal.