the difference between a pessimist and an optimist is a matter of trust. Either you trust life, living, being itself, or you don’t and are instead suspicious of it, ever vigilant, understanding the way in which it is a thing unto itself, a force of nature over which no man has control.
Me, I don’t trust life. I don’t trust it at all. I know what it’s capable of. I’m determined to fight it all the way to the top.
§ 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.)