that I really don’t care much for western culture. It makes me tremendously sad when I encounter it directly or have to reflect on it. Cosmically sad. It’s just… ugly. Heartbreakingly so.
on NPR say that “it’s time the Iraqis start paying their fair share for the rebuilding of their country.”
Only an American could embrace such twisted imperialist logic.
“Dear Iraq,
We are distressed to learn that you are refusing to pay for our recent unilateral destruction of your country. Please do not endanger yourselves further by delaying payment.”
This is the new American business model, perfect for a nation like ours with tremendous debt and almost no remaining productive base: blow countries completely apart of our own accord, then charge them at gunpoint to be put back together again before they can emerge from utter shock to complain about it.
§ 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.)