HeyJaredlost in los angeles
notes on love, heartbreak, identity, and the beautiful, terrible chaos of growing up.
- Indexed issues, last 90 days
- 4
- Latest publication
- Sep 9, 2026
- Audience
- Checking…
- Earliest in this view
- Jul 16, 2026
Latest issues
late stage content creation doesn’t care if you have talent (opens the original)
Read excerpt
Every few months, the internet holds a funeral for art. The eulogies arrive as think pieces: the novel is dead, the movie is dead, music is dead, everything is content now, no one reads anymore, AI is going to write the next Great American Novel, and it’ll be fine, actually—because worst of all, no one will be able to tell.We gather in the comments to mourn, and then we argue over who did it. Was it the audiences who got lazy and dumb and started watching reality TV? Was it the artists who sold
you have your whole life ahead of you (opens the original)
Read excerpt
I once read somewhere that you feel old at 23, older at 24, ancient at 25, and born again at 26. This has certainly been true for me; I feel as youthful as the baby giraffe my boyfriend and I saw at the safari park last week: wobbly, curious, and delighted to discover that my legs work.At 25, I was convinced I was getting old. Twenty-five seemed to me like the first ‘real’ age that belonged to adulthood rather than merely occurring adjacent to it.It is genuinely terrifying to realize that at som
slouching towards hollywood (opens the original)
Read excerpt
Here in Los Angeles, everyone is waiting. Some wait for their big break, some for true love to appear around the corner, and some, like me on a random Tuesday night, are just waiting to get into a party downtown.By the time we arrived, the line snaked down the block and into an abandoned alley. I kick a few shards of broken beer bottles aside and step around what I hope isn’t human feces. Los Angeles hides her filth well, but she barely has to try—nobody comes here to look down. Since the silent
from jane austen to fourth wing: why is women’s writing so frivolous? (opens the original)
Read excerpt
Every reader I know has two shelves. One faces the camera: the Steinbeck, the Ferrante, the intimidating Russian novel with the cracked spine. The other is invisible—the types of books you bury in one sitting and then bury altogether. No Goodreads review, no Instagram story, no mention at book club. These books are never read on a subway, never face-up on a café table. Like contraband, they travel in Kindles and unmarked totes. I know because I'm a smuggler myself. And as far as the internet kno
Publishing over time
Last 90 days. Choose a month to open its work.
Recurring subjects
Named in the text we hold. One piece can cover several.
Audience
No verified audience measurement yet.
About this data
Counts cover the work we have indexed. Tone needs enough text and a confident classification. Excerpts and episode notes are not full articles or transcripts.
Identity or attribution wrong? Suggest a correction.