Did you know that when those 33 Chilean miners were trapped in a subterranean Gold and Copper mine for 69 days in 2010 (Tell me that that sentence isn’t just overflowing with occult symbolism of a Jodorowsky proportion) they appointed one of their members as designated poet, and another as a biographer, maintained a shrine with images of saints and led daily prayers, and operated a fully functional democratic micro society for those 3+ months? Yet, many of them struggled to reacclimate to regular society after the rescue.

I think about this a lot.

I think about how the Dutch teenage girls who seduced nazis and murdered them in the woods during World War 2 struggled once the war was over and they had to adjust to civilan life.

I think about how Luigi Mangione is a contemporary saint for the societal impact of what he did, even if murder is objectively wrong (if he’s really who did it, and yes, Saints are people who do wild shit in the name of justice, he would not be the first saint who was also a killer), and I think about the Tesla Cybertruck that burst into flames in front of a Trump property yesterday and how invigoratingly strange life has become in a book of revelations kinda way.

There’s no point to me saying any of this, just an insight to what the interior of my brain is like.

I have gotten more engagement than I expected from my sporadic posting. I have noticed that my writing about sex work is what’s getting the most engagement and my writing about spiritual practice gets the least- it comes as no surprise. I’m just trying to remember what my original vision for this was, and reminding myself to write from my heart, not for the likes.