Hello, Peter

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I know, right? What is wrong with the world, yeah? How about way too many assoles talking about what's wrong with the world. How about that? You know this. This is the longest we've gone without a catastrophic war; we have fewer deadly diseases; longer life-spans; and a standard of freedom previously unknown—I mean, … Continue reading Hello, Peter

8 Billion

Something needs to be wrong with the world. That need is the foundation of capitalism. Progress is, existentially speaking, an antidote to boredom. The latest in our list of faux purposefulness is thinking about the world we are leaving behind for the kids, the mollycoddling climax. This pogrom is a perfect distraction from the original … Continue reading 8 Billion


How vain to believe I have something useful to say every week. How apropos of the spirit of the times, of nothing, this need to write about not having something to write about. How reassuring, finally, to have written something; to be seen making something of my life, my life of something.

What’s the word for sleepwalking?

Suffering implodes in intervals of immortality. We are all efficient at hating ourselves. The regularity of this state makes acceptance impractical. So we've substituted acceptance with obsession. Life with lifelike. Unknown with unconsciousness. Our mind has the quality checks of Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. Unconsciousness, hence, has become the supply chain of catastrophe. We've declared … Continue reading What’s the word for sleepwalking?