It’s been a low-key start to 2026, from the very brief fireworks at midnight to the clouds and gloom throughout the day.

When normie America was confronted with the reality of spiritual evil.

Another turn of the screw on our way to the Tribulation.

…because there honestly is nothing like it anywhere else on the calendar.

My grief for a popular culture long departed is turning me against my entire playlist.

Are you my last summer?

It might not be fine art, but it’s mighty fine to me.

My pitchfork chunks into the flesh of cozy-hot decay

The biggest one being that it might not happen, thank God.

“It’s all so tiresome.”

Wisdom has fled both old and young. But was it ever really there?

The usual angry go-to line for such cultural extinctions is “Remember what they took from us,” but I fear this one died all too naturally.

It's just another plot development leading up to the Grand Finale.

Long ago, it was as important as learning how to read.

...that which has already been forgotten.

It’s all coming back to…this….

Common expressions and tropes that contradict and confuse the reality of things. I’m as sick of the word “communism” as used by...

A view of the world from a fine summer’s day in the park.

They’ll sing the old songs for the entirety of their unnaturally extended lives. The 27 Club were the lucky ones.

Time to put them to sleep? Death to Nostalgia, Part 2