all of those things that all normal people are certain are beyond understanding?
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Where, exactly, do I belong, and what does it mean that I’m asking this question once again? Am I better than everyone else, or worse? Or merely separated by oceans?
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I have grown tired of New York.
I may actually hate New York.
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Groundhog day. Living it all over and over and over and over and over again.
§ 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.)