I think I am developing a cold. This is positively annoying. If there’s one downside to the winter months in cold climates, it’s that whole “cold season” thing.
I actually felt like I was coming down with something once before this season, but then it never materialized. Hopefully this time it will be the same way.
Ugh. Gotta go back to bed. Maybe I can outrun this thing with sleep.
§ 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.)