Holding Fast to the Fire

This evening, the fallen snow shines brighter than the sullen grey sky. Cold wet clouds cover the earth, a hushed heaven lies on its face. Nothing moves except my melancholy soul, a shuddering without object, a feeling without beginning or end, an abstract median between two impossibilities.  My spinning breath will wake the world; my... Continue Reading →

The Streaming Society, Part 3

The Streaming Society is defined by the fundamental mode of experience it delivers or extends to its subjects. Counterintuitive as it may sound, the primary temporal state of the Streaming Society is discontinuity. The structure of contemporary experience is episodic, which is to say, always streaming, always on, but in a disconnected, choppy, segmented and... Continue Reading →

The Eye Never Has Enough of Seeing

I would like to quit the internet. Take an extended break from fingering the information hole. Go on a data cleanse, a stimulation fast. Become as ignorant as possible, know less about world events than an appalachian car wash attendant. Activate local consciousness, small-scale awareness. Enter the temple of living presence, feel the pulse of being. Build... Continue Reading →

The Terror of an Empty Room

Living in a world of nonevents, of fake conflict, fake threats, imagined terrors, contrived enemies, trite outrages, exhausted oppositions. Given the choice between boredom and terror, people choose terror every time. Not to inflict it, but to drink it, to wallow in it. Make it the screaming red backdrop of their dreary days.   Better to... Continue Reading →

More Sleeping, Less Thinking

Bernard Stiegler died in august. I did not hear about it until a few days ago. The man who wrote about the repression and forgetting of technics in western thought has been repressed, has been forgotten. In an age of omnipresent technology, in an advanced stage of what Jacques Ellul would call the technological society,... Continue Reading →

Get Busy Living

Alright this isolation and inactivity is too much. I love my cats but I need human faces, human voices. Twitter is fun but I need flesh and blood and depth. Warmth and touch and body language. Those meandering conversations you can only get in person. Hours and words melting away on leisurely afternoons. Flashing eyes and laughter.... Continue Reading →

Of Human Blockage

12/26  My greatest task in life right now is to take a shit. I have not pooped since the 22nd, the day before my surgery. Excuse my coarse language. I have not had a bowel movement. I have been unable to release the 50 pound bag of fertilizer in my abdomen.   My appetite has been strong since... Continue Reading →

A Modern Recovery

Trying to sit up so I can type. Far from comfortable so I will have to shorten my sentences. Go staccato. More than usual.   Resort to that prose style with one sentence paragraphs.   Makes everything seem profound, adds resonance.   Especially if you are a depressed dork describing things you have mixed feelings about.   Your shit... Continue Reading →

Kafka has nothing on me

Three days before my surgery I get an email from my surgeon. The system says I did not take my required covid test. They have no record of it. Funny thing that because I remember going to a hospital and talking to two old fat women behind a front desk and then sitting in a waiting room... Continue Reading →


“What if I got a car? We could have some privacy. I know of a place we could go.”  Aaron looked at her like he had to pin her down with his eyes or she would slip away.   “You don’t have a job. How you gonna get a car?”  “I’ll borrow some money from my old man.” ... Continue Reading →

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

Create your website with WordPress.com
Get started