Finding meaning in a world of likes is hard. This is the place to go deep with dispatches from the trenches of punk, psychedelics, and more.
Do you look back at your life and wonder how any of it fits together? Maybe how you even made it this far? I do. My name is Seth Lorinczi. My writing appears in The Guardian, DoubleBlind, Narratively and other publications, but what I share here is a little different.
I’ve always been drawn to stories of outsiders, to people who decided for one reason or another not to just go with the flow. I know we’re not drawn to these edges—to what I call “the fringe”—by accident. There’s deep medicine to be found in stories of renegades and outcasts and thwarted visionaries. I find meaning and patterns here—and I think you do, too.
Twice a month I share a post, most often on one of these three topics:
Ancestral Trauma: What wounds are we handed at birth? Start with The Lone Wolves: A Crisis of Manhood at the Oregon Coast, a meditation on the children of a culture that devalues emotional connection. You might also enjoy Dawn: Gaza, Jewishness, and the Price of Unmet Grief, which explores current events through an intergenerational lens.
Psychedelics: Too few writers give psychedelics the serious treatment they deserve, so I’ve taken it upon myself to try. Start with The Night MDMA Saved My Life, an excerpt from my book Death Trip.
Punk: It’s been 30 years since I left Washington, D.C., but the punk scene I was part of still guides me. Start with Lefty, the unlikely story of a young woman who couldn’t accept herself, and deflected her shame in the darkest of ways.
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About me
I grew up in Washington, D.C. in the ‘70s and ‘80s, where I played in punk bands. I’ve always felt like a bit of an outsider; maybe that’s why I’m drawn to stories about “weird” subcultures and experiences.
