Nevermind. It’s not over. I lied. Or rather, I’m not capable of leaving it behind right now.
Life sucks. I’m not happy. Everything just really, really sucks. I’m here for no reason. I don’t like the place, I don’t like the way I’m living, and I don’t know why I’m here. There’s no fucking reason for me to be. I just am.
I’m an idiot. I’m just making myself and other people miserable.
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Columbia
NYU
New School for Social Research
CUNY
Stony Brook
Chicago
Michigan
Harvard
Berkeley
§ 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.)