It has been a long time since I posted anything. Things are not going well.
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It has been a bad week.
It has been a bad month.
It has been a bad year.
It has been a bad decade.
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One likes to think that “oh, the worst must surely be over by now, whatever comes next will be better.”
So far, this has proven not to be a working bit of hopetry.
§ 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.)