Monthly Archives: November 2020
Covid19 work conditions are such that doing “less work than average” is passing as a decent vacation this year.
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.