i am so fucking sick of “geek” culture fetishizing
Joan seemed to straddle that liminal space between life & death long before her actual death—her continual reanimation will persist in the form of a body so preserved, that even the innocent, earnest nihilism of nature, god bless, must now struggle simply to decompose that perpetual smirk.
Deer, in elkford BC
Every thing that is ostensibly jealousy’s object turns out to be a mirror—the reflection of which we cannot escape
To publicly vent or not to publicly vent about shitty PR people “interested in [my] work”–that is the question
I tend not to despair when I’m gravely offended, especially by violent arrogance. I tend to get angry, and wrathful, and seek avenues of justice befitting a Greek myth. I assume this is always the healthy way to respond.
• those moments of existential hyperbole where you look at something and shamelessly invest it with so much reverence, meaning, and value that your contrived bewilderment by it so thoroughly masks your own shameless romanticization of naturellements actually succeeds for a long time in forestalling the dismal cynicism of acknowledging human tendencies: it is this, I strive, to accomplish doing in an intentional state of sobriety.
"If barter is the secular form of sacrifice, the latter appears already as the magic pattern of rational exchange—a device of men by which the gods may be mastered: the gods are overthrown by the very system by which they are honored."
this ‘personal branding’ crap is annoying af
my personal brand is, f you & buy
it wouldn’t be a birthday without someone passive-aggressively slamming the door and walking out of the house