Got to find a way to get ahold of Myst III: Exile. My final semester starts after the weekend. Bittersweet, bittersweet.
Mostly bitter. *laugh*
Sometimes life really sticks in my crawl.
Got to get my VCR hooked back up and programmed so that I can tape Northern Exposure more regularly.
§ 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.)