three steps from sunlight,
near the end of shadow,
you pause,
fearful.
it’s been!
it’s been
a
long time since you were
touched
touched by golden droplets of raging sunlight,
gentle tyranny,
soft domination,
endless burn —
you take the next step
you take it and you
take it and it
touches you and
it touches you and it
touches you and
you smile
, like,
wide
§ 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.)