she told me she had never been afraid of dying. her hair splattered in a gust of wind as the clouds sunk toward the sun-dipped horizon. i have never heard anyone be so certain.
it will probably only get worse. it's a dress rehearsal now, but soon we will be choaking in crises. hard and soft infrastructures will shatter under the weight of the back-ups that were inevitable by design, but too far off from the designers for them to mind in the first place. there will be fathers, senators, MLAs, coworkers, friends, comments, and impulses saying it's not as bad as they're saying it is until the end of it. the "last supper mentality" will destroy us like everyone else.
there's a reason you never have anything to say.
you get uncomfortable when the message of what you're writing becomes clear
it's nice to fly low until the wasted time stacks up and makes it hard to walk
they are everything you don't like and they're in charge of where you live. they have a thumbs-up with their legs tilted forward, leaving their blazers laying down on nothing. their decorum is drab and canadian but their lack of thought about it makes them just as dangerous as the americans. the light at the end of the tunnel is another train, and we're onboard. it doesn't matter what you think about it, we're all onboard.
you're still a child. you aren't supposed to be remarkable. but you should still give more of a shit, right? is there something wrong with you?
we have all be alone this entire time, for the whole way.
"You're the biggest cunt in San Deigo, you know that!?"
the hypochondriac pathologizing of behaviour - defining behaviour by the medical terms of problems - this is the triumph of the object; this is the ultimate conformist project.
we are defenders of mirror neurons. our enemy is the simulacrum. we are warrior-poets: the vigorously sappy, our earnestness is violent. make no mistake, we are out for blood, the blood of machine-tyrants.
"i've been to huge cities, and yeah, i kinda like the hysteria of it all and shit. but the one thing i like about this place - no, there are many things i like about this place. one of them is the sky. this is really the big sky country, man. especially in the summer. everything is horizontal out here. it's not like vancouver. the sky is almost completely unobstructed by buildings, it can get fucking huge. plus, it's quiet. there's highways and shit, yeah, but, do you live by them? is it hard to get away from them? no, not at all. this place is the eternal smalltown, man. this is the backyard of the new world."
