The good news is that I have a little cash. I’m not hurting for the first time in a long time.
The better news is that I hooked myself up with a webpad again for less than $200.
The still better news is that my three bottles of Alandia (two Strong68, one Boheme) have arrived.
The better news still is that I appear to have scored an apartment for just under $900.
The best news is that I appear to be able to breathe through my nose this morning.
§ 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.)