“The problem with gender is that it prescribes how we should be, rather than recognizing how we are.”

– Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Every time we witness an injustice and do not act, we train our character to be passive in its presence and thereby eventually lose all ability to defend ourselves and those we love. In a modern economy it is impossible to seal oneself off from injustice.

If we have brains or courage, then we are blessed and called on not to frit these qualities away, standing agape at the ideas of others, winning pissing contests, improving the efficiencies of the neocorporate state, or immersing ourselves in obscuranta, but rather to prove the vigor of our talents against the strongest opponents of love we can find.

If we can only live once, then let it be a daring adventure that draws on all our powers. Let it be with similar types whose hearts and heads we may be proud of. Let our grandchildren delight to find the start of our stories in their ears but the endings all around in their wandering eyes.

The whole universe or the structure that perceives it is a worthy opponent, but try as I may I can not escape the sound of suffering. Perhaps as an old man I will take great comfort in pottering around in a lab and gently talking to students in the summer evening and will accept suffering with insouciance. But not now; men in their prime, if they have convictions are tasked to act on them.

– Julian Assange

Dear Ruby,

It’s February. In five days, it will be your daughter’s birthday. I remember it because it falls on the 8th, like my birthday. What would you get her if you were still around?

I think of you every now and then. Every time I do, I feel angry. Unjust. There are people in this world who aren’t ready to die, not yet, not even close. You were one of them. I wish so many things for you. I wish you could have spent more time with your children, wish you could have watched them grow up, mark their heights against a wall, cry at their weddings, cradle a grandchild. I don’t believe in God, but you do, so I hope you’re watching from above and I hope you’re laughing. Laughing at this lame letter. Laughing at me in general. Laughing and laughing because I’m 21, but I still need you.

Why is death permanent? Couldn’t it have been a long vacation? Like a 30-year jail sentence??? There are a million things I want to tell you. How many years of updates do I owe you? 5? 6? I would tell you every secret if you asked.

I miss you, Ruby, and I’ll see you soon.


“there is a particular sweetness in being alone
because you do not have to be anything or
say anything or try to feel anything you normally wouldn’t.
but sometimes, perhaps when it is raining at 1:52 am,
you will feel this wild ache—this longing,
to want to try and be something or feel something
for someone—for anyone

(i.t.) - this is what it is to be alone (via isisthornes)


– 老子

“Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life.”

– Anne Lamott