Inception Self-Deception

There’s something I used to be a big proponent of and have only just started getting back into (in terms of writing): ambient music. And I don’t mean some Brian Eno tracks or the OST to Elder Scrolls, which for a long time have been my usual auditory watering holes. Those are still my go-to’s […]

Update 02: Newer, Broader Horizons…

…without having moved that far. I took a few steps and looked in the other direction. That is to say, I’ve made some changes. I recently moved for the third time in two years and not because I’m insane, I assure you. If you remember in my last update, the last place wasn’t exactly the […]

Mechanisms for Change

If you’re on the political left, and the last 8 years (and the results of the 2016 election) haven’t thoroughly gutted your appetite for good news, you were freaking out like me on June 8. Jeremy Corbyn, the Absolute Boy, did it. Against the predictions of all the pundits and pollsters, for all the purported […]

How Many More Doors Need Stopping?

I’ve never picked up his stuff, mostly because I’m forever whittling down a massive backlog, but someone finally tried explaining the appeal of Brandon Sanderson to me. I’m not sold. The person’s love for his books, namely the Stormlight Archive series, stemmed from his non-traditional style. I was not aware he had one, much less […]

Motherfuckin’ Judea, and Other Stories

So, I was shitposting on Twitter when I got dragged for chiming in on a conversation concerning whether a philosophic, historical thread was inherent in the fomentation of the West as the modern world’s dominant material and political force. Huge statement to unpack in a series of 140 character soundbites, so I thought I’d sound […]

Records in the Dark over Market and Park

My Anarchist Pollyanna My girl too far, too near For whom I And she Was born too little And too late Like ships passing Not in the night, but Along shoals of years Across shoulders of giants Searching for rainbows Bridging the gulf And everything in between   Random futures are spake In the grooves […]

Ruin

Small things Sing Small things Dance Little lights Wrapped around Big trees   We are climbers Across outlasted ruins But the Ruins Not their builders Not their Ruiners Well the Ruins They’re still There   What does that say? We put it up To ruins? Is that all we can hope for? To be ruins […]