There are moments when I very much wish I had not been such a hot-blooded ass when I was younger. Every now and then I get a glimpse into my past. Some of these glimpses amaze and impress me even now… but sometimes I am just very embarrassed instead. Live and learn, right?
Or perhaps not. *sigh*
I am living right in the middle of the wrong culture for the personality that I was born with. I need to be a Yanomamo. Or was that all sensationalized anyway? I can’t remember just now…
§ 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.)