- Words are blocks, holding back torrents of biophysical energy. Take away a word, insert a silence, and lo, something interesting will begin to happen: expression.
- The imposter syndrome of Millennials. Raised on TV, stuck doing bullshit jobs, addicted to social media. No wonder nothing we do feels real. We’ve created an entire discourse, an entire culture, meant to repress the basic fact of our self-identification: that we don’t understand why anything happens to us, or why we do anything.
- My pen wants to be released from conscious control, like a pack of bloodhounds, straining against the leash.
- Reality is the snake, the metaphysician the snake-charmer.
- In talking about an object, we obscure it. Description is encryption in unprecise, unpoetic daily chatter.
- It’s funny to overhear conversations in which people talk about their jobs, when it’s clear that they hate their jobs, and wish they could stop thinking about them. What’s most depressing about weekends is how saturated they are with the work week. The weekend is the missing shade of blue that arises when our eye looks at Friday and Monday at once.
