awards szn

"it ain't a n*gga year!"

i’m gravitating towards sharing more streams of consciousness for Yours Truly subscribers. thoughts unpolished and rawer. what do you think? with respects to it being more impromptu (and much to the chagrin of my linguistically rigid haters) these offerings will probably be occupying the lowercase format. their schedule will also likely be a surprise to both of us and slightly sassier than my usual tone—so apologies if you’re awaiting for the more varnished work. it’s coming. if, however—you’d prefer to hear me rant like an end-is-nigh guy—consider, upgrading to Yours Truly. if you have already… well enjoy the show!

Oh but maybe things can change
What can wax can wane
Things can get replayed
And if it's all the same
—Bon Iver

the online militancy of my ‘we need to divest from award shows’ used to be the stuff of legends, comparable only to the size of its admitted performativity—seeing as i still diligently discovered the outcome of every category and win. i’m an aspiring screenwriter and musician! i’d tell myself with all the vim of an addict in denial. i needed to keep my finger on the pulse!

i’ve grown to understand that my interest in award shows doesn’t extend further than observing the amusing chaos of their politics.

i do not yearn for the films i enjoy to be recognised by entertainment wing of empire.