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The Dust in the Sunlight: Why I Stopped Waiting and Hit Publish
Thank you for being here—for reading to the bottom, for believing longform isn’t dead, for understanding that the dust in the sunlight is not failure but evidence. Evidence that we’ve been moving, living, changing the air. These books are my evidence. I hope one of them becomes yours.
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mRNA, MAHA, and MAGA: Robert F. Kennedy Jr.’s Grand Experiment in Disappointing Everyone at Once
Robert F. Kennedy Jr. didn’t just mishandle a policy rollout—he detonated a week-long political chain reaction that left every camp feeling betrayed. MAGA thinks he’s a fraud. MAHA thinks he’s a sellout. The White House thinks he’s a liability. And in the rarest twist of all, they’re all right.
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Wanting Without Shame: Cozy-Gothic, Consent-Forward Vampire Love Story. Beau and the Blood out now!
Make tea. Silence your phone. Read the first chapter with the porch light on, then let the house darken around you. Notice how the rooms respond—not with jump scares, but with a quiet leveling when someone says a true thing out loud. Watch two men ask each other for what they need and hear yes…
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Taylor Swift’s Glitter Bomb: When Pop Rollouts Become Mini-Civilizational Events
This is not just an album. It’s an immersive artifact, a test in how much primetime art we want to live in. The life of a showgirl isn’t just sparkles—it’s strategy. It’s mapping meaning onto every costume, camera angle, track title. It’s willingness to make pop feel momentous again, but burdened with layers of consumption…
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Breadlines With Ballistics: On Aid, Optics, and the Math of Looking Away
There’s a certain kind of silence that only exists in a crowd waiting for food. It’s not quiet—nothing about hunger is quiet—but it has an agreed-upon hush, a choreography of patience. Bodies stand still because moving burns calories you don’t have. Eyes scan for motion because motion means a truck, a crate, a whisper that
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The Day America Put Its Wallet on Airplane Mode
It’s August 9th, and somewhere in the depths of a Facebook group with 36 admins and one uncle named Gary, The People’s Union USA has declared a nationwide economic blackout. The instructions are simple: buy only essentials. No lattes. No Amazon impulse “must-haves” at 2 a.m. No Sephora “just to look.” Today, we flex our…
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House Always Wins, But the Players Are Leaving: Las Vegas Faces a Losing Streak
The neon still hums, the fountains still dance, and somewhere a drunk accountant from Omaha is still insisting that blackjack is “all about strategy.” On the surface, Las Vegas hasn’t changed. But beneath the flicker of LED desert opulence, the numbers are telling a story that the slot machines won’t: fewer people are coming. Vegas,
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GPT-5 Has Entered the Chat (and Possibly the Will of God)
The launch of GPT-5 was not announced so much as revealed, the way ancient prophecies emerge from cracked temple walls or a Kardashian reveals a new product line—suddenly, everywhere, and without anyone asking if we were ready. OpenAI calls it the “most advanced AI model to date,” a phrase that lands somewhere between a tech
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The Smart City Illusion: Where Your Trash Can Knows More About You Than Your Therapist
Let’s begin with a simple question: when did we decide that cities needed to be “smart”? Was there a moment—perhaps around 2015—when an exhausted urban planner looked at a pothole, a packed bus, and a man peeing into a parking meter and thought, If only this place had WiFi and LED lighting, everything would be
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I Kissed a Boy, Then Questioned Everything: A Monogamous Gay’s Guide to Reality TV, Respectability, and the Right to Be a Slut
Matthew and I started watching I Kissed A Boy the other night. That’s the sentence. That’s the scandal. The gays finally got their own dating show, and we were ready to indulge—rosé in hand, eyes narrowed, snacks half-forgotten. The premise? Twelve single gay men are paired based on “compatibility,” shipped to a sun-drenched Italian villa,