Read this week

‘control language and you control the society.’ …By some kind of inverted Shakespearian logic whereby a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, it doesn’t matter what we call the putrid things that emanate from within our culture, provided that we call them something, and talk about them. Continue reading Read this week

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a quarter-life crisis outstaying its welcome seeping like cask wine through a carpet i can’t write anything honest i’m always imagining someone reading and loving/hating me you are supposed to write first and edit last but you can’t live like that always surging forward guns blazing and then sweeping up the mess of the past no you no you have to carry it with you rolling in it like a slug in a dustpan encased in grime Continue reading

Brave New World

“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.” Continue reading Brave New World