The trouble with Milton is that it’s really basically impossible to find out whether he was right. But nevermind. My time is running out, it is time to stop studying this or that at random and really make some choices. Life happens very fast indeed.
Let me get this straight… Iraq agrees to allow weapons inspectors in, and now we say we will invade them anyway because their official statement of acceptance suggested that they have no weapons of mass destruction and “false information” is in violation of the related U.N. resolution?
This is a fscked up game, almost embarassingly petulant. The White House seems to be full of four-year-olds.
§ 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.)