It hangs, brown and fat and drooping, its papery walls like so much windblown sand, the worker wasps on its surface like so many maggots corrupting a body. You stare up at the heavy hornet’s nest... [+]
Born and raised outside of Chicago, I love writing in all its many forms and genres. I also love trees, birds, video games, and video game representations of trees and birds.
The impulse to save a meme to your phone is the same force that drives cats to collect hair ties and bottle caps under the couch.
In the case of both the world and memes, all things tend toward... [+]