January twelfth, two thousand and seventeen.

I sat in the Mediterranean cafe on park avenue and read about queer theories of failure, and how the state inorganically imposes order onto the sprawling richness of life – i guess what i mean is i’m not a nihilist, but i’m done with positive thinking, because the truth is much richer and much more subversive.

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