It’s halfway through the day and I’m beaten up and ready to go home.
I don’t know where home is.
But I’m ready to go anyway.
More than an hour until the time I usually take lunch. How is it possible that I’m only halfway through this fscking day?! How is it possible that I still haven’t reached the end of this fscking week?!
I wanna publish more. I gotta get off my arse this summer and do more writing.
§ 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.)