August 1973, Stockholm, Sweden. Guy takes four people hostage in a bank's vault. He goes through the customary shindig of demand or doom. He keeps this up for four days—threatening to kill a hostage every day, getting on the line with the Prime minister of Sweden, and while still on call, strangleholding a hostage until … Continue reading The respectability of idiots
I have put something up on this blog almost every week—it's annoying. Been doing it for some years. I should be tired. It bothers me that I am not. If you haven't guessed already, this essay is going to be more narcissistic than usual. Nothing about what I am doing is special. There are people … Continue reading K
Shit. Welcome to meditations, a blog where the shit counter just hit six hundred and sixty-two. This will become relevant soon enough. When civilization kicked off, our species were all sorted under one category: survival. It remained this way for a long ass time. And then a group started using a mouthy substance to expand … Continue reading No one say a word
I wanted to be the Grandpa who would sit in the same spot at the bus station and watch the buses go by every day for the last two years.I wanted to be everyone eating alone.I wanted to be the kid with a lollipop in his mouth.I wanted to be the autowala who snapped into … Continue reading What do you want to be when you grow up?
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
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
Whether you like it or not, you are living in a simulation. Not the loony theory Elon Musk harps on about us all being players in an alien's Xbox. Not even the loonier theory that that alien is Mark Zuckerberg. Your simulation is the habit you insist on calling, living. Go to school, get a … Continue reading All the stage’s a world
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?
The interiors creative use of color, space, and stone work is jaw dropping. A tip try the coffee shops and restaurants of the area delicious food Place isnt fully renovated, wasted money. These are the reviews of a, let's say, church. They transcend the obvious and alacratize into the pitiful. As most reviews go, they … Continue reading …
In the excuses to misery, one idea takes all glory: Don't give up. Fake masculinity's deep tissue massage has you believing what you lack in self-esteem you can compensate through the inexhaustible delusion you insist on calling self-awareness. For every tough titty tale of perseverance, there's the quiet acceptance of rejection and going on to … Continue reading When to leave