There’s a global pandemic. The economy is teetering on the edge of collapse. One line goes down, the other goes up. Many of us are stuck inside our homes, “socially distancing” ourselves so as to “flatten the curve.” Others are forced outside, risking their health in order to make rent.
Socialist ideas are more popular in the United States than they’ve been in nearly a century, but people are too cowed to vote for them. Optimism and despair abound. We are all delirious with joy and fear.
This is a blog for the half-written messages in the depths of your notebook or your Notes app. It’s for incoherent tirades against the bourgeoisie. It’s for fun doodles. It’s for meditations on the horrible absurdity of our times. It’s for sad poems. It’s for impulses and whims that will probably age badly. It’s for denunciations of your boss and your landlord. It’s for tasteful nudes. (Haha, just kidding! Unless…?) It’s for celebrations of comradeship, the warmth of the sun, the embrace of a lover. It’s for whatever, really.
We want to keep it simple. In part, that is because the internet is more overwhelming and oppressive than it’s ever been, even as it’s gotten increasingly less weird. It is also because we can’t pay you. Sorry about that. We love money, but we don’t have any of it— or at least not enough to pay contributors. If you send us something that we think you could get money for, we’ll put you in touch with the people with money. You really shouldn’t write for free, but if you have to write for free, write for us!
So. This is a blog about delirium. Are you feeling delirious? Come blog about it.