Gawd I feel ill this morning. I wonder if I’m coming down with something. I can’t stop coughing, sneezing, and sniffling. It’s raining pretty good, so the sneezing and sniffling somehow feels appropriate.
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I bought soda on the way to work. Now I’m going to sit here and drink an incredible pile of soda. Wohoo. Woo, hoo, hoooo.
§ 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.)