things happen that show you just how much you love someone. It seems like there have been a lot of those lately, and I have realized more with every passing day just how much I love my someone.
of energy. Today seems to be stretching long. I don’t suppose tomorrow will be any different. This “class every day” thing, in combination with work, leads to a very definite, all-encompassing sort of routine that commands nearly all of my time from waking through the moment I fall back asleep again.
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I miss my girlfriend. Today is been a bit much and I don’t quite know how to tie it up without her. Maybe I will finish by reading on the subway on the way home. Right now that sounds tremendously good to me. Actually, right now I would give rather a lot to be laying on the beach. An uncrowded beach, that is. But a beach nonetheless.
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I just realized I still haven’t ever let the old department (at Chicago) know where I ended up or what I’m doing. Funny, that.
§ 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.)