rot∙work (n.)

  1. A variety of shadow work that centers the non-human world: its currency is sweat and blood.
  2. Practicing maintenance over innovation, stewardship over ownership.
  3. Watching from the sidelines, the care and keeping of hidden, unglamorous things.
  4.  Radical acceptance.

I’m Keen, a polytheist, animist, artist, writer, and, apparently, critic: I have a deep loathing for industrial civilization, and I trust governments, digital technology, and other humans with as little of my life as I can manage.

At some point in 2015 I went through a sort of initiation. With the help of some books and extensive contemplation/meditation, I discovered that everything I knew about the world was wrong, that most things I’d come to value were meaningless, and the life I’d planned on living was not for me to have. There was a tectonic shift in my thinking and my demeanor: my depression and anxiety lifted; the petty minutiae of politics and “identity” suddenly meant very little; and I felt, in some way, that I was dead. I continue to feel this way.

With one foot Here, and the other Elsewhere, the world speaks to me anymore in ways that I can’t unhear. The old me is long gone, given back to whatever spirits wanted it.

The battles I pick nowadays are few, and I will not be conscripted into your agenda.

I’m the writer/artist/translator for a comic project that has long since been hijacked by spirits, and I am the founder of Axe and Hammer, a kind of distro/imprint for my writings that aren’t meant to be read online, and for other related projects.

I spent most of 2016 exclusively worshiping, talking and working with a pair of Gods whom I call The Twins, and who may or may not have ever gone by the names Hun Batz and Hun Chowen. They’d taken advantage of the Chinese Year of the Monkey for this Work. That year of intensive practice is now over, and I’ve resumed giving cultus to a Storm God who I’ve been working with since 2011 in addition to my continued relationship with the Twins.