The conflict between Israel and Arafat is erupting again. Once again, Jews and Arabs are killing each other, and it makes me very sad. The Palestinians are without a homeland. Surely the Israelis can understand the pain? Surely the tanks at least are inflammatory…
Yes, I am informed on the issue. Perhaps better than most.
I hope they sort it out.
I have decided to go to Florence and Tuscany.
§ 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.)