The emergence of a paved world fundamentally changes the experience of rain—from a sullying one to a cleansing one.
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Candle on stone ledge in front of open window in rain: fire, earth, air, water.
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This will also be a strange day, I think. At least it feels that way to me right now. Perhaps we are heading into a strange moment overall.
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I don’t feel as old as I am.
§ 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.)