Too much crap in my life.
I can’t see the forest for the trees.
Stuff has to go.
Funny thing: it takes wayyyy too much courage to simplify.
But I have to simplify.
When you can’t even tell what you enjoy and don’t enjoy any more, what you do for a living, what you need and what you don’t need, it’s time to simplify.
§ 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.)