The most that can be said of life is that something of great interest seems to be occurring.

I aim for great discursive pliancy. Switching from one discourse to another, register to register.

Sometimes, all you can do is friend-zone yourself until you leave yourself alone.

What are the processes whereby the practitioner’s mind becomes complicit in coincidences? It feels, intuitively, as though there is some substratum of the pattern-seeking mind that can be co-opted by the meaning-making, narrative mind. It is like “What the thinker thinks, the prover proves,” but the thinker is benevolently unconscious, just operating out of some […]