Medieval thinkers partitioned the soul into memory, understanding, and the will. I propose, instead, water, tea, and expresso. Under this classification, life is essentially easy. Drink enough water, make some tea, and be careful with expresso—it’ll fuck with your sleep. (Note also that there’s the wild card, vodka, but it’s quite inexplicable, like the medieval … Continue reading Water, Tea, Expresso
Again we leave, Again we die, We do not forsake others, We forsake ourselves. Harvard may be good, but preparing to go to Harvard, with the corresponding necessity of leaving where I am, is a different story. Hope and dread are mixed into this weird fateful resignation that is simultaneously misplaced, adrift, and lost. … Continue reading Heading to Harvard
A Strange Idea: The worst crime Zoom classes are committing against humanity is depriving kids those real-life serendipitous opportunities to fall in love.
Space stills. Atmosphere coagulates. Objects conjure. The hats hang in their densities. The windows refrain from inviting. The doors remain perpetual possibilities, obscured and exhausted. They have known each other. But what is knowing but inopportune misglances? One understands more in a glimpse than hours of mutuality. Time deceives; knowledge, in its safe familiarity, obscures understanding. She … Continue reading Riffing off Nighthawks
For 1095 days, I left math for philosophy. I’ve decided to give math another chance, and it has been exciting and depressing—exciting because math is so wonderfully fun, depressing because I began to see how I’ve been cheated in the past 18 annums, cheated out of the joy of mathematics. Here’s for all us humanities … Continue reading Learn some Math. Seriously. Try it.