The early days of the year are a limnal space – the ideational matrix not quite solidified yet, into a picture of what it means. Can it be stacked in a bundle of sticks that all burn the same?
One hopes that things are a little more hopeful, and that we move away from the loose-fitting lies of a paid for reality, designed to hide the excesses of the parasites burrowing around inside the corpse.
I am trying to write honestly, and I want to get more invested in areas where I have shied away from. I want to be more political, and to engage in an era where the young have the edge on the old for understanding how big the pile of shit is on which we have been sitting.
Tonight was a late night, so I can’t dig in too deep, but I am going to.