A few of the finite things you have complete control over in life:
How clean your home is
How made your bed is
How tired your dog is
Whether or not your passport is current and active
All of this adds up, really, to the one and only thing you have control over:
How you react to chaos.
The paradox of safe environments is where vulnerability becomes currency.
Violence is a subset of laziness
No place is “public” if you have to log in.
In the end nowhere will be the sole “public” space.
Most days, I see a picture or read the name of one more missing person.
Are there any colonial overtones in the “East versus West” dynamic? Isn’t the whole notion that Russia and China are in “the East” predicated on a European looking at a compass?
I stopped consuming porn because in the end it just saps your battery.
“Hey, Westy, why don’t you write about music for once? Or better yet, just shut up and play.”
We’re getting there, Kid.…