are indistinguishable. Both are memory. Memory itself is little more than animism.
All that you remember—people and things—are imaginary, fictional, incorporeal. You yourself are only a transcendental moment of being surrounded on all sides across all dimensions including the temporal with non-being.
Ghosts are the haunting of the past by the present—a haunting that provokes the very past that it venerates.
§ 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.)