Just as I think we’re emerging from the storm, we’re back in the storm.
How will I ever know when things are actually what they seem, finally?
Will I ever be able to trust it?
This has been the nature of the carousel for a long, long time. Nothing is solid, no matter how solid it seems. It can’t be allowed to be.
And why do I continue to go where I go emotionally? It’s harder to feel so destabilized if you can keep yourself from being tempted into feeling stabilized in the first place.
§ 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.)