when I'm lost and confused in a foreign place I am so much less lost and confused, you know?

even if we erase racism, dismantle the patriarchy, end class oppression, homophobia, transphobia, arachnophobia - there are still going to be assholes. on that sunny day when all structural oppression ceases and every subaltern is given voice, there will still be some jerk cutting you in line at the barter-only farmer's market

i get very sad when facebook users ask for book recommendations as their statuses and are answered with “on the road,” “perks of being a wallflower,” “the great gatsby,” “of mice and men,” “tucker max,” “fear and loathing in las vegas,” etc. etc. etc ( Read more... )

perpetually hung over

i'm halfway through the 1000 page "infinite jest," the infinite and semi-jestful novel by david foster wallace. oh man, is he good. for a taste, read this: http://moreintelligentlife.com/story/david-foster-wallace-in-his-own-wordsRead more... )

in a place far away from anyone or anywhere, i drifted off for a moment

i telephoned midori. "i have to talk to you," i said. "i have a million things to talk to you about. a million things we have to talk about. all i want in this world is you. i want to see you and talk. i want the two of us to begin everything, from the beginning ( Read more... )

dealing

LITERALLY A NOMAD.

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