alone once again 🙁
very few people i can turn to in this world. in fact, i feel like i turn to people too often sometimes. maybe tonight is just to grin and bear it. i am going to new york and i am going to be a prof and someday i am going to have a medium sized apartment and a little television and i am going to watch news about how the polar ice caps have melted and watch the football games of my alma maters.
it’s not much, but it’s about what i can make happen, and it will be mine.
§ 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.)