I’m starting the 2010 edition feeling depressed, honestly depressed for the first time in a long time. Not angry, not helpless, not stressed, just your basic depression.
I feel like I want to lay on my back all day with a pillow over my face and do it all again tomorrow and the next day.
I’m trying hard to fight it off, because I have a lot to do and I start the semester’s teaching next week.
§ 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.)