April 6, 2018
And this feeling of the atomic self, equipped with nothing but a technique for self-consolation, means that you have no time for the sorrows of others.
January 5, 2018
I have to ask every day: what's my responsibility, with this strange platform, cobbled together out of critique? I spend half of my working life burning the roof. How do I show the less visible work of those I admire, in the clay and mud, shoring up foundations?
November 19, 2017
I usually feel like banning everybody, TBH. I fucking hate this job. Like, I totally hate it. You can't even understand. Sometimes it makes me feel violent. I'm glad I'm stuck in my basement apartment or who knows what I would do.
October 6, 2017
How painful it is to become disillusioned with an authenticity project. To become ironic about yoga culture, skeptical of its pathways of authority, doubtful of its origin stories. How shameful to realize you were making yourself feel better by othering, by positively colonizing.