All that is solid melts into air.
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Are there any people left?
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The west is dying. How many generations remain before it is completely irrelevant? Six? Seven?
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Good riddance.
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We are all alone in this culture.

All that is solid melts into air.
—
Are there any people left?
—
The west is dying. How many generations remain before it is completely irrelevant? Six? Seven?
—
Good riddance.
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We are all alone in this culture.
§ 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.)