I was born in the summer of my 47th year coming home to a place my mazel’d ever been before
The central paradox of our broken world is known through the feeling of unsurprised disappointment Hope is the belief
I respond to A nail in my tire Like it’s the last nail In my coffin
The most useful pawn is the one who believes himself king
Whereas Stanford decided to make its mascot a tree my wife is a decision tree and I am her mascot even though I couldn’t get into S…
They weren’t allowed to forcibly i… but in 2032 the Supreme Court app… for those who refused In a stroke of luck I was assigne… to the “Canadian” tar sands
Because I was both my private and public self I was neither and my trail went cold from there But now that there are neither
The first thing I fell in love with was her out-of-office notification
The unconscious is to repression as The algorithms are to redaction
Home isn’t Where you go And they have to take you in No such place exists Home is
Mid-life crisis: the failure to start hoping you don’t get what you want
Of course, the west Still thinks it’s the best And in the postmodern west The best is the worst Which is all well and good
Whistler’s mother had just spent a long day with Whis– tler’s mother-in-law
The prevailing mood was that of a nuclear submarine having failed to deter Armageddon
Because a man is only as good as h… you’ll know he means what he says when you see him do it But on social media a man is only his words