Winding down another work day… And again, too late to contact anyone. For everyone who needs to reach me: e-mail is without a doubt the best avenue right now. I basically have zero time to even grab my phone messages… which makes me wonder why I’m even keeping a phone…
But that’s how it is.
Polar swing? Too early to tell. Ain’t life wierd. Anyway, it’s all a lot of hard work and nonsense. Still waiting to hear from schools… Every day I’m hitting that mailbox hard. Nothing good yet, though. Suck.
§ 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.)