I don’t know what I want to say, but I definitely want to make an entry. So here it is. Sometimes I just can’t figure myself out. I think I’m gonna go to bed and get up early to study instead. I wish I could find some peace and quiet.
Sitting in Special Collections at the Regenstein Library. This stuff is bland as hell, and to make things just a little more annoying, they have separated things that ought to be together into multiple boxes, yet you can only have access to one box at a time. They’re basically trying to make my life harder.
Yes, me. They specifically targeted me.
§ 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.)