Monthly Archives: April 2020
My friends wrote books.
They died before I was born, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t met them.
Your friends are just like you.
You have obviously overestimated yourself.
Online entity with all my thoughts and feelings.
Whatever it might be, it sure as hell cannot be identified as “me.”
Is that critique?
Strangely, it is more like a blanketing than a cutting operation.
Liu, Supernova Era.
Wildly imaginative about everything except nationalism.
Read X against himself?
How about reading someone different for a change.
Overachiever, etc.
I wanted to be clever. Then I started to wise up.
Strategize only when on hostile terrain.
To survive, you will need a rough map, a few allies, and a way out.
Deleuze and Guattari are brilliant.
But eccentrics are mostly harmless to centralized powers-that-be.
What did I think of that book?
I think a hundred something pages of counterintuitive, seemingly clever arguments does not make the slightest contribution to knowledge.
Art of Aphorism 
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