I’ve become supremely jaded. Experience has taught me that nobody, no matter how trustworthy or how close to you, ever tells the truth, ever. Everyone will hurt you someday. Everyone. We are a race of liars acting in our own emotional self-interest, and we realize this about one another. So why do we always feel so shocked when we find out that people are yanking us around, when we knew they were to begin with? Is it the specificity of the moment, or is it something deeper?
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§ 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.)