was here already, didn’t you?
It is still coming. This is just a prelude. The next few years will be shocking to many.
Be afraid.
Be very afraid.
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I feel as though I’m outgrowing this blogging thing, mainly because it doesn’t feel very substantive any longer with respect to what goes on inside my head.
Maybe I put an end to it soon once and for all; it’s boring me more than a bit and I have bigger things to work on / worry about.
§ 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.)