Superduper Serial Review

So here is my confession, typed in the raw light of this Tuesday afternoon:

That takes guts.

"How are you?" Fine. "How is the project going?" Fine. "How is your heart?" Fine. superduper serial

There is a phrase that lives in the quiet, sticky corners of my childhood memory. It’s not a grand philosophical quote or a line of sacred scripture. It’s the playground vernacular of the 1990s: So here is my confession, typed in the

But deep down, aren’t we all dying to be superduper serial about something? "How is your heart

And for the first time in a long time, that feels like the bravest thing I can be.

We live in an age of irony poisoning. The cultural water is so saturated with meta-humor, cynicism, and the fear of being cringe that sincerity has become the most radical act left. To say "I love you" without a laughing emoji. To admit you want to change the world without a self-deprecating hashtag. To pursue a craft, a faith, or a dream with zero irony.