Made a post, pulled it back.
I hate doing that, but sometimes it has to be done.
Better angels of our natures and all that bullshit.
So consider this very short, pointless post to be a post in lieu of the post I was otherwise going to make.

Made a post, pulled it back.
I hate doing that, but sometimes it has to be done.
Better angels of our natures and all that bullshit.
So consider this very short, pointless post to be a post in lieu of the post I was otherwise going to make.
§ 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.)