The journey of a thousand miles begins with a sense of direction.
All we see in the absence of class analysis is odd pans and low angles, moral failings and affective turns.
The writer overemphasizes how far language is reality in a desperate search for a reality they can control.
A puzzle is something that can be solved. The best questions, for better or worse, cannot.
They are emblematic only of the bullshit experience as work.
The origin is history, the source is humanity.
A one note samba has plenty of notes.
Life is a lot of other things, too.
You want to be the hero, always. You forget the value of the trickster.