It’s a funny life, this.
I’ve got a lot of people to catch up with.
The sun is out and people seem to be made of spring.
Subway drivers have permanently impaired senses of balance and relative motion.

It’s a funny life, this.
I’ve got a lot of people to catch up with.
The sun is out and people seem to be made of spring.
Subway drivers have permanently impaired senses of balance and relative motion.
§ 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.)