Hi friends!
How’s everyone doing? This was the kind of week that makes me miss smoking cigarettes. I am ashes, I am dust, I am the Mexican alien carcass laying in its little tomb.
You know it’s 2023 when a self proclaimed ufologist shows two mummified “alien bodies” to Mexican congress on live television and instead of being shocked or trying to debunk their legitimacy, we all just relate to their chalky, decrepit, adorable little figures. These “mummies” look like they were hand-built in a pottery class by an aging millennial exploring new hobbies, but we love and support.
This story has me inspired to self proclaim to be something as unhinged as a ufologist, a reinvention I am still workshopping (suggestions welcome) and hope to launch later this fall once every single planet and my own sanity are out of retrograde.
We’re all past due for a fresh start, and these September days, when summer transitions into fal…