pith…

Wondering how one starts a cult of personality without a personality.

The hypothesis of the Other itself may perhaps be the consequence of a radical doubt with respect to our own desire. – Jean Baudrillard

Beware ideology, arrested thought, projected “truth.” If you lay a stencil of a bunny over Guernica, you’ll only see a bunny.

Two humans, experiencing an identical situation.
You say: “It’s not bad.” I say: “It’s fucken awful.”
Thus it begins. Duels were faster.

We are procurers of encounter, pimps of interfacing and interactivity.
- Jean Baudrillard. “The Melodrama of Difference”

Twitter drama? Star wars? Ruined sense of internet community?
Pfft. I filled an 80 page notebook in less than a month. Next.

The only audience that matters is the one you might imagine as you’re creating the piece that an audience may one day see, read or hear.

He has the attention span of a manic flea.
With Tourette’s. And restless leg syndrome.

Solipsism is the last hiding place for truth.

And it’s a great place to keep your weed.

Agents of Chaos have never been welcome.
Merely necessary.

Cassandra. Cassandra, the canary
in the coal mines of human character.
Cassandra never dies. But Cassandra’s usually sick.

If your brand of joy tends to consume others, it’s tempting to opt for melancholy, which consumes yourself alone.

Famous? I know her. Don’t wanna be her. But I’m OK with being in her.

Questioning any blessing that doesn’t contain, deep within, at least a germ of a curse.

The trouble with desire is…

Nothing at all.

An audience is an anchovy on a pizza of expression.

Every thought derives from a thwarted sensation. – E.M. Cioran

Melon & colic. Today’s lunch. Tomorrow’s leftovers.

Joy is normally propped up by a cause.
Despair tends to fall into the inexplicable.

A golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself . . .
- E. M. Cioran