Self-preservation… an interesting game, and a lonely one at that. Another early morning begun working and ended wondering.
“They say if you look hard…“
Everything I am doing right now I am doing because I don’t know what else to do.
“…you’ll find your way back home.“
Perhaps there isn’t anything else to do. Perhaps I just need saving.
In completely unrelated news, it would seem that what I think has once again made the papers.
§ 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.)