I feel too down.
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Okay, you know the state that you reach sometimes, in which it’s very early in the morning and you’re borderline delirious, and you know that you must be completely exhausted, yet you’re not at all tired?
Yeah.
Thing’s aren’t good or bad right this moment, they just are.
I suppose I exist.
Oh, sure, I’m a real nutcase. Jesux.
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“Three bars walk into a guy…”
§ 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.)