Ah-ha! Eureka! 🙂
For a moment I understand everything, including myself… again. What a beautiful thing! And nobody around to drink a toast with. Nevermind. Note to self: you know what makes you happy. Keep fscking at it and don’t sacrifice it for things anymore.
Maybe it will be a happy holidays after all.
(Why do I forget things like this?)
§ 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.)