as a subway that simply doesn’t, or won’t, come.
And I wonder why it is that I encounter such things only on the rare morning that I actually try to make it in to work early. Here we have a platform full of confused and angry people who rely utterly on this social service. A few of them have left mumbling about taking cabs but by and large it’s easy to imagine that most of them are without recourse.
It’s a lovely morning nonetheless; I feel ready to take on the world.
§ 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.)