and this failure is the direct result of the kind of hypocrisy that turns self-proclaimed ne’er-do-wells into climbers concerned with their (completely overestimated) public profile and it’s seriousness.
Problem: I know myself today less than I have at nearly any other time in my life. It turns out that looking at the highly personal, trite, and precious stuff that I have in the past been wont to post has been the primary method through which my conscious self acessed the contents of my mind.
§ 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.)