haven’t uploaded a moleskine page in a while
i am my own nation
my ancestors within me
“the tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living.”
– KARL MARX
striving towards ataraxia
steel yourself to the future
at no point has my shit ever been ‘together’
now the spires i see are radio towers not minarets .
i’m constantly surprised by the dubiousness of humanity. surprised, and then resigned to continual disappointment, which is no longer surprising.
it’s been a long time; i shouldn’t have left you