you will have to build your home
one stone at a time.
it will not find you.
you of the journeyed people
you of the no country.
Category: musings
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’
i have a sincere appreciation for the acrobatics of language, + those gymnasts who bend + flex linguistic combinations in such a way as to require applause for the sonic spectacle.
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.