and they fall away one by one
and an impossible gulf opens between you
and time becomes thick like the air in dark places
and you think you won’t live that long anyway
and the pavement swallows your footsteps
and you lose the damp flavor of memory
and the set lights fade slowly
and you close your eyes and breathe
and you swallow
and tomorrow comes
§ 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.)