This page is stalled again for a moment. Bastard.
I am behind in school. Bastard.
I bought myself a coffemaker. I like the coffee, but I keep having to wash it after a drip-slash-brew. Bastard.
Tomorrow, I will watch four films!? Apparently so. I also have a lot of reading and homework to do. I don’t want to do it. I don’t, dammit! I’m throwing a TANTRUM. A TANTRUM.
Shit. I forgot to send the box to Carlos. Will send it tomorrow? May not have time. Bastard.
§ 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.)