The fog is so thick now We’re buried up to our necks in it Our bodies out of sight And out of mind Making the ground beneath our feet

Even when I’ve had sweet dreams Sleeping leaves a bad taste in my… Because even good dreams are bad d… Since the worst thing you can do t… Is to fulfill his wishes

If, after 10/7 you have the chutzpah to ask What just happened? their answer– It didn’t just happen–

It was easier to live the lie I w… Than to face the truth we all knew But eventually The truth blew up in my face And now it’s written all over my f…

Just as birds regurgitate to feed their young human beings have culture

A la recherche du temps perdu has been variously translated as A Remembrance of Things Past and In Search of Lost Time

The sign used to say: Gentlemen may remove their hats All others must Now it reads: Ladies and gentlemen may wear thei…

Alas Nobody wakes up in the morning To kiss my ass Miraculously I don’t wake up in the morning

When postmodern nihilism governs w… Western elites govern by playing i… Because nothing is worth the risk

We put tracking collars around ani… We put smartphones in our hands And in holding them We have our hands around our necks

Our central moral sentiment– that doing the right thing is its… hasn’t done us much good because through it we live in deni… that in this world

The pleasure of a new discovery is only exceeded by the satisfaction of making a recommendation

We are on the cusp of a great cala… The war of all against all Will commence as soon as No one lifts a finger Do not be fooled–

Did we stop playing the long game because it is the wrong game or is it only the wrong game because we’ve long since stopped p… Or is asking that question more of…

I thought I could keep the family… until I realized I was the family… So, all the time I was afraid of… the family’s dirty laundry I was already wearing