Summer hopes, plans, and aspirations:
– Finish my masters’ degree
– See and love the Pacific again
– Switch from Canon back to Olympus
– Cross an ocean on a whim
– Identify what I want
– Capture it in waning light
—
Between the dancing violin notes
are small, round paper lanterns,
wandering white skies,
and the smiling faces of old friends.
this is it
i feel lonely already
i don’t know what to do with myself
so i’m just gonna cover myself in piles of clothes and go to sleep
§ 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.)