Time to see if I have lost my killer bike instinct and/or ability to ride with morning traffic. It’s been oh, what, five years? Amazing to think it’s been that long since I was a bike commuter. Insane. No wonder the bike I left in Portland was looking/feeling a little ragged — it had been ignored for a very long time.
Never again.
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Everything I have done, I have done, and I take full responsibility for it.
And now, I will perform hat tricks.
§ 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.)