Nevermind. The solution is, as always, Neubauten. If I could make it the soundtrack of my consciousness I would be twice as successful as I am now. Blixa’s voice and the Neubauten Zen are the glue that bind my molecules together.
Time marches. And it marches. And you get older, and everything real isn’t real after all, it’s just a memory and you didn’t realize it until you couldn’t touch it anymore.
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Sometimes I think Ben Folds is some kind of genius, and I get sad that I didn’t bother to watch him perform when he visited us in Chicago.
God, I can’t listen to this any more. I’m gonna break down. 🙁
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Sometimes I think I was never in Chicago, or Vancouver, or Santa Barbara. Sometimes I think I’m not here now. Sometimes I think I don’t want to be here now.
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Time marches.
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“Sometimes I get the feeling
That I won’t be on this planet
For very long
I really like it here
I’m quite attached to it
I hope I’m wrong
All I really wanna say
Is you’re the reason I wanna stay
I loved you before I met you
And I met you just in time
‘Cause there was nothing left
I sat here on my suitcase
In our empty new apartment
Until the sun went down
Then I walked back down the stairs
With all my bags and drove away
You must be freaking out
All I know is I’ve gotta be
Where my heart says I oughta be
It often makes no sense In fact,
I never understand these things I feel
Don’t change your plans for me
I won’t move to LA
The leaves are falling back east
That’s where I’m gonna stay
You have made me smile again
In fact, I might be sore from it
It’s been a while
I know we’ve been together many times before
I’ll see you on the other side
Don’t change your plans for me
I won’t move to LA
The leaves are falling back east
That’s where I’m going to stay…”
Could not sleep at all for no reason in particular. Okay, there is a reason: stress. Too many things all at once. I feel like I have my fingers in 100 different pies and I’m in danger of losing track of all of them.
Deadlines of all kinds are not just approaching, they are here, and I am not ready for them.
And the result is that I can’t possibly sleep. Instead, I just toss and turn.
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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.)