I am tired of people in this nation.
They are all the same.
The whole god damn thing is so stupid, so banal, so pointless, so self-important. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s warrantless self-importance. Everyone’s a believer, blah, blah, blah. Everyone’s so god damn self-important, when they’re all just as worthless and tiny as anyone.
Sickening. Boring. Small-minded. Petty. Naive. Childish.
Exceptionalism? Feelings? Self-care? Fuck you. This culture… must go. Must go. All of it.
§ 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.)