The high strung flaneur gives free advice to the good and good advice to the free
My life as ode to permission seeking was just a road to perdition strictly speaking Broadly speaking
God: Do you trust me? Me: It’s not my fault!
Whether it’s a brute fact Or a gift from God We are free Is this fair? It depends on
All the games people play Are iterations of the same game: Playing along Playing along is a language game And the only way to win the game
Life is a game of Truth or Dare in which you never lose if you choose dare and where you never win if you choose truth
Life used to be hard And that’s how we liked it So much that we used to say Hurry up and wait In the understanding that
Believing that one can use social media for good is like thinking one can live in the Matrix without fueling the Machines
How much Are you willing to sacrifice For what You cannot have
Less self-interest is in your best interest except on Pinterest
As a child Whenever I played Ms. Pac Man On my Atari 2600 I dialed the settings down From four ghosts to one
In a few years we’ll all look back on liberal democracy and fake laugh
Pay attention to what is said: “One day we hope to enable every p… to feel as strong a sense of conne… as you feel when you’re physically with someone you love”
We thought we had finally notched… by confronting Father Time with the paradox of our times when self-defeating is the new win… but we can’t win for losing
Evil is cruelty plus pleasure
