All I want in the world right now — the only thing — is a shoulder to cry on — the shoulder of somebody who loves me. Unfortunately, nobody fitting that description seems to be around — I am more or less emotionally alone in the world — so I’ll cry on the Web. I guess the Web loves me… And I’ll hang around for hours playing Landslide on my new guitar and wondering how entire lives can change in an instant. Snow is falling. It’s pretty.
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§ As you get older, the ghosts become more real than anything else.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)