Pain, when externalized, becomes finite. Finite pain can be survived. Unwitnessed, amorphous pain feels endless and unreal.
Daily Cult Fact: On this Walpurgisnacht, let's celebrate the birth of Annie Dillard by ingesting Dr. Lee's Bilious Pills as we contemplate the existential virtues of finding one's inner child via yurt glamping in the desert.
Daily Cult Fact: If the system requires your exhaustion to function, your burnout is not a personal failure. It's a lack of commitment to Tae Bo.
Daily Cult Fact: On this National Nebraska Day, we celebrate Charismatic Cult Leader of Monowi — Elsie Eiler — who, insofar as we know, has abided by Nebraska statute 42-102.
Daily Cult Fact: On the 61st anniversary of CBS buying Fender on January 5th, 2026, Gibson friends will have to honor National Say Something Nice Day by admitting how beneficial the Swinger's parts were to farmers for use as fence post caps, gate latches, and chicken wire.
It's always poetry when the heart is sick.
Why did you give no hint that night
That quickly after the morrow’s dawn,
And calmly, as if indifferent quite,
You would close your term here, up and be gone? - Thomas Hardy, The Going
I remember gentler days.
With his venom
irresistible
and bittersweet
that loosener
of limbs, Love
reptile-like
strikes me down
–Sappho
Comrades. Sometimes truly realizing the existence of who you love, or are supposed to love, can only happen when self isn't always focused inward. Continuous erasure creates a well of unfathomable loneliness.
