…maybe the longest day ever. Certainly the longest day in a long, long time. It seems to have ended well, though—even if I’m a little more broke than I was before. (Okay, a lot more broke.)
Got to see some more of New York and also had some time to sit and muse about lots of things, so it wasn’t at all a total loss. Now I’m in the home stretch. There is one major thing—the paper—and a whole shitasston of minor things to be done.
Better get on it.
But, uhm, I think I’ll start tomorrow.
§ 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.)