

It’s gonna get a lot worse before it gets any better.
It’s gonna get a lot worse before it gets any better.
Look, a lot of things speak to man’s inhumanity to man, but sometimes things get particularly acute
This is practically a Rothko.
Fuck it; get rid of Section 230.
Here are some pictures of things of which I am always taking pictures.
Your father just reading the ever-loving SHIT out of that Dante.
The other day I spaced out and ended up near work a bit early the other day, so I wandered around and took pictures. In direct contravention of my usual position on these things, they were mostly horizontal.
People say that depressives respond better to times of great trouble, given that they always feel bad. While I want to reassure you that this is absolutely false, I have been looking at all of this collapse in a fairly abstracted way. I guess I have been focusing on the scope of the injustice, and the degree to which it would be so much better if we had managed to be only slightly less venal as a society. With these things as a focus, the moment of crisis isn’t so traumatic. I’ve been sneering at people who say I’ve been too pessimistic about this outcome for 20 years*.
*(I know that this arc has been going on for a long time before W’s election, but I think that there was a possibility for other — and perhaps even less horrible — results before then. I also know that “outcome” is a little specious here.)
Orange yard toad.
The fundamental aspects of geometry
I’ve long-since run out of things to say.
I need a place for images that do not invoke man’s inhumanity to man or suggest that your father has been reading Dante.
Could we have
Perhaps backed the
Wrong engine?