I’m always trapped between two ways of screwing myself over:
1. Keep what I think and feel to myself and go along with the program, screwing myself over because I don’t like many parts of the program, or
2. Say what I think and screw myself over with the consequences, because nobody likes what I think or feel.
There so far is never a 3. in which what I say is also what someone else wanted. I am incompatible with my life and with humanity. I think either all other people, or me, should die.
§ 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.)