Dispatches from
collapse
Escaping the algorithm to document imperial collapse from the oldest colony on the planet. These are my perspectives on society, culture, and art through the lens of decolonization. If you found me, welcome and forgive the mess – this is my first blog.
It’s been an October to remember, and we’re not even halfway through it. Everywhere I look there are people taking to the streets. From France to Spain and India down to Brazil and Chile – even the DSA’s golden child Mamdani got whacked with protests, first at an October 7 vigil he attended then again…
As a mid-gen millennial I had the good fortune of being old enough to experience internet 1.0. I was around 10 years old when my parents let me create my first AOL account. Through the early aughts, I agonized over AIM away messages, learned how to HTML code on Myspace, signed up for Facebook (after…
My doom-scrolling has become a problem. In an effort to tear my eyeballs from the feeds of misery on my phone and repair my short-term memory, I’ve given myself a quota of long form articles to read each week. Here I’ll be posting my favorite reads of the week:
Two generations of my family made America their home to escape the colony. Two generations of struggle, occasional success, but mostly disappointment. The success my parents chiseled out of their lives as first generation Puerto Ricans was the exception in our family and some would call it the fulfillment of the American Dream. To them…
