I am still trying to write this damn thing but I don’t have anything to say, culture has already eaten me, I am everyone else’s words and ideas.
Plus I just don’t give a fsck. Everyone will turn up with post-feminist essays pointedly tweaking the concept of gender. They’ll pretend it’s fresh and new and “intellectual.”
Meanwhile, I got nothing.
§ 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.)