those last moments when you suddenly realize that the meds you took an hour ago have got you by the sternum and where you were cognizant and functional 10 minutes ago you have suddenly begun to slide into a different state and the dread both slips over and under you and when you aren’t coated in worry about this disorienting chain of events you are at peace and vulnerable and it hurts but is all right and no material item or sensual pleasure or anything can fit right into this moment of letting go
So I’ve been thinking a lot about The Chris Gethard Show lately. Its very existence. Why we started doing it. Why we’re doing it now. I’ve noticed a few things.
And it is time for us to BURN IT DOWN. It’s time for us to set a FOREST FIRE to this show, that might be the end of it but might just be the thing that allows new growth to happen.
In short, the motto for the rest of this summer when it comes to TCGS is EVOLVE OR DIE.
EVOLVE. OR. DIE.
That’s the new mantra. This thing has to grow, or it has to go. Those are our options.
This will be a community discussion and we’ll all find the best landing spot together.
Be prepared - a long manifesto is about to unfold below.
Here are some of my concerns. I’m sure you have your own:
more than twice now i’ve been told by convenience store clerks that i don’t look 24. the latest guy told me i was ‘pushing 30’. idk what i’m doing to appear world weary and completely wrecked but i guess i’m succeeding
What a delightful week this has turned out to be.
weird al reigns as king
still from stan brakhage’s ‘reflections on black’ (1955)