That asshole. that swindle, that scoundrel, that unapologetic smile with a hook on the mouth, like a crooked pin… that narcissistic. The emperor… Continue reading

Went through the forest… wet and warm. High moisture, but the smell of grass, trees, mud, and grimy scraps… it’s like I never left. Tomorrow to Austria. 6 years since I was there. I wonder if places define us… the places that I went to before I even knew them as places with specific purpose. Continue reading

I want to be ecstatic. I don’t want to be happy. An outburst of suppressed emotions, complexes, desires… I have no interest in happiness. But ecstasy… the death of ecstasy is an ecstasy itself. I can revive death, transform it, and mold it into because there is no past which precedes it. The rupture of Continue reading

It’s Sunday and this is the Sunday that was last week’s Sunday, so almost two Sundays ago. In fact, when I think about it now, it probably is two Sundays ago. Because I’ve been too lazy to put down any entry in my diary, and I only call it my diary because I can write Continue reading

“One man, he to justify” For my doings and wrongdoings, one comes to justify. For the last synthesis, I do and undo myself, knot and unravel myself. To deconstruct and construct, to undo and undo further, but each knot is a different knot, each revelation a new revelation, each illusion another illusion, and this and Continue reading

All arguments take an ontological assumption, such as that of realism or relativism. The realist clams that there is an objective, physical world that is independent of our knowledge, perception, and values; a picture. We must, then form or align our picture with that of the real world. But doing so requires a series of Continue reading

Wish it was last friday at Montreal. I’ve had so much to learn and experience in the past few days. J. left, an emptiness resides. But i know it’ll be ok. Even though one can’t know anything really, but I am certain of this knowledge; i know that I do not know. Proof of another Continue reading

Quebec City. Stone walls and stone streets. Stoned people, no sun but mud water under the bridge, Continue reading

The black spots of a banana, suns that devour sex… Continue reading