Andrew Morrisey

Another Sameness Factory.

Damn girl is that a regulated nervous system in your pocket or are you just happy to see me or whatever.

All those people out there can lead you to things. Music, mysteries, whale bellies, yourself, yourself, yourself.

There is little as mystical as a Friday night in October. The leaves are in on it, changing clothes till they drop. The bugs die off, the bears get fat, the bars burn neon a little earlier. Permission to unbecome is everywhere. Permission to be anything is everywhere.

You got it. When everything is up and running I’ll be sharing links regularly with new stories, posts, etc. Thanks for your forever support DMK!

And—AND—you'll be able to read my first long-form narrative work right on my site. It’s an ever-unfurling fiction series called The Innernaut. Full access to the adventure will cost just $6 per month with free previews scattered throughout its contents for your consideration.

Some nights in America I feel so far away from America all I can do is walk around. Tonight there is a kid trying to climb a campus statue and his dad trying to take a picture of him. The statue's too big for the kid, the kid's too squirmy for the camera. They keep trying, though. I keep walking.

I got to see The Great Wave today. THE Great Wave. It’s much smaller than the replicas feel the need to be. It felt even bigger because of it.

If you’re only able to see somebody else’s shadow right now, there is your shadow right now.

Hi DMK! I’m glad to connect with you anywhere!

Another social media platform, another place to talk about why everyone but me needs to change.