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.

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.)