My girlfriend is beauuuutiful and cooool.
That’s how you know things be lookin’ up.

My girlfriend is beauuuutiful and cooool.
That’s how you know things be lookin’ up.
Time is moving very quickly this morning. I feel really dazed today, like I don’t know what color anything’s supposed to be. I dreamed a lot last night — maybe that has something to do with it. I seem to have been dreaming often lately. I don’t know what that means. Last night, the dreams were painful and all too real. When I woke, I was glad to be done with them… but as is usually the case, it took a while for me to sort of return to reality and be at one with the day.
I’m leaving for the library again. I live in the library. I don’t really know where else to go, though. Maybe I’ll start studying all the time in one of the coffee shops instead. Except you can’t check out books at Uncle Joe’s. I forgot about the books part. The library it is, I guess. Or maybe Ex Libris, at least, in the basement of the library, where I can crank my headphones a little. I don’t know.
Maybe I am losing it. I feel pretty good right now, but I do recently feel like I did during the summer of 2002, doing Highway 101 repeatedly, winding up and down the roads through all those trees and feeling like a suspended note, floating in midair above the hot pavement.
§ 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.)