I’m trying to be zen. I’m trying. Perhaps the zen part of my brain broke this week. Possibly. It seems likely. Is there a zen repair shop? It’ll probably cost too much. Everything does these days, and this is why my zen is broken.

Anyway, my apologies, y’all, for conceding to the capitalism hellscape by agreeing for ads to show up here. A hellscape denizen with a broken zen dispenser has gotta do what she’s gotta do.

In related news, remember that I have this little Patreon corner of the internet! I send zines and art prints to folks who join me. You get real mail in your real mailbox for as long as the post office exists. *tries to stifle sigh*

And none of it is AI generated. So, if you’d like evidence of the tangible and handmade, come on over. I’d be infinitely grateful.

Or just buy me a coffee! Or beautify your home!

Thanks for reading! And next week I’ll write again.