Close, but no cigar (yet). Work on front matter and such is starting.
There is a beautiful polish archaeologist teaching my Anthropology class on the pre-Pharonic and Pharonic eras in Egypt. She is a hardcore academic. Yow.
I am, I am, I am.
*sigh*
No… I wonder. Why did she have to turn into her mother? Every now and then, I can’t help but wonder why. I guess I’ll always wonder.
§ 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.)