So many things to say, so many people to say them to, so many reasons not to ever let any of it slip out. Feelings and people are very complicated things, I think. God, it’s all so banal and yet so unbearable at the same time. Oh well. I love everyone and everything. I hope the snow comes. I hope we raise our hands in rememberance and solidarity. I hope when it ends we are closer together, not farther apart.
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§ 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.)