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I always try. No one in my life can ever blame me for not having made the effort. I always try. Sometimes it works out. Sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes people don’t even give you credit for trying. But it doesn’t matter if they think you’re a bastard. If you’ve tried, then you know you did what you could.
Sometimes it actually works out. One thing that has worked out may be Ph.D. study. It looks as though there’s a 99% chance I’ll be heading east next year. Other things in my life are having mixed results. For a while, it looked like more grad school would be a part of this “mixed results club,” but it looks that’s not the case any longer — it looks like an academic future is indeed still on the cards.
In the meantime, I wish myself the best in all of the other areas, but as always, the fates will decide. I wish all of the people I love all the best in whatever they’re trying for, too.
§ 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.)