I feel like I’ve been run over by a thousand loaded refuse trucks.
I dreamed in Mountain Goats and Red House Painters lyrics and tunes all night long.
I didn’t sleep for the longest time… I wanted a futon or a bed very badly.
As soon as I get my next advance payment, I’m buying an E-300 and selling my E-10.
I don’t think I’ll drink again for quite some time.
It has only been two weeks. Christ almighty.
§ Schrödinger’s AI is possibly broken and possibly working. (Also: vLLM for v620)
§ 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.)