A strange few days. I won’t bother with details. Also got the rest of my grades for the quarter. I have been driving much and accomplishing little. The visit has been interesting, but I am ready for the holiday season to be over. I am ready for a proper vacation. Too bad I won’t have one until (at least) March (if even then).
Maybe I am ready for radical changes in my life. Or maybe not.
§ 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.)