Ever opened up WhatsApp after ten hours—a new record on your spiritual journey—and had zero notifications? Are you dead? Everyone else must have died. The nictating need of urgency, hope, love, desire, aspiration, assurance, abyss has gone off. The bell has sounded. Your brain's salivating guesses. The lines of coke have been laid out. Sniff. … Continue reading Look at me, look at me, look at me, look, look, look
I tripped on a panting once and this is the aftermath. The painting, Paul Gauguin's When will you marry She looks like bait taken to a slaughterhouse. She has an idea of what will happen to her. She is staring at an open cage, waiting for the hand to come down. The woman behind knows … Continue reading Art Exhibition–Room 15: Artist
You know that quip about how whatever you think normal now was thought crazy once? And vice versa. Planes. Marriage. Democracy. Consent. Vegans. And pretty much all the guys after whom religions were fashioned. Our divisions were fastened in Good and Evil. When philosophers entered the arena, they tried really hard to drive us insane … Continue reading Crossing the line
If everything is dumb and stupid, what matters?For the body:Earth,Fire,Wind,Water,Space. For the mind:To hear,To see,To taste,To smell,To feel.For life:To be easy, lotus-like.For death:To fall off, leaf-like. Going back to do the right thing after you forget the first time matters.Doing what you love matters. That's just a euphemism for sex; not for finding your passion … Continue reading What matters?
I have 312 ways to be mortified. 313 if you include this one. Everything I know tells me the appropriate reaction to the past--the 312 essays on the blog--must be shame, a rather distinct form of it known as Cringe. And yet after every onanistic visitation of the essays on this blog, my public record … Continue reading 313
She screamed for help.I told her to stop being dramatic.She screamed louder.Clench-toothed, me: "People can hear you." One last screech.I, spiritual: "Take some responsibility for your life."She left.I screamed.
I have the answer to information overload. Close this window and go take a walk. Wisdom, bitches! If you are still here, you are the problem. Which, as it also happens, is the answer to the question: what is the problem with the world? Information overload is a cyberpunk name for ADD. ADD used to … Continue reading The Queen, the elections and of course, Wordle.
Begin a PowerPoint presentation with a Hitler quote.Write an essay titled "Fucking".Fall off a surfboard. Give away balloons.Go shopping and buy shit without looking at the price.Stop someone in a hurry and tell them everyone's going to die someday.Give the finger to anyone (preferably a kid) looking out through the car's sunroof.Sit down next to … Continue reading New year resolutions
Let's talk about plastic—the woke's second amendment. The latest hyperawareness around saving the planet is sustainability. It's the millionaire's version of billionaires going to Mars. Every real attempt at creating positive change has one assole sitting by the sidelines, shaking his head. So, "hi." My take on saving the planet is going to sound idiotic, … Continue reading Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?
Meditation is prayer stripped of desire.Nature is Yellow on White.Sometimes I look outside, and it's so beautiful, it's terrifying.To travel is to go where the wind takes you.Orange is the thirstiest fruit.A tattoo is the shallowest way to say "I am deep." As is poetry.Husband and wife is a habit.We are, most of us anyway, … Continue reading Meditations