Anxiety is neither a category of necessity nor a category of freedom; it is entangled freedom, where freedom is not free in itself but entangled, not by necessity, but in itself. Søren Kierkegaard, The Concept of Anxiety The problem with philosophy is that it never answers why. Philosophy is a history of questions that we… Continue reading

Busy, busy, busy. Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle Bundled branch, see: time golems hillhaunt the hallowed hollow.(Why, exactly? — the principle of sufficient reason fails to say anything about will or won’t they) I fail to see the reason, Crow Mountain.Start with a sound. Po-ét, poète, poētēs, *kwoiwo-, *kwei-“I make it often, but I never talk… Continue reading

Leave the letter that never begins to go find the latter that ever comes to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist and signed of solitude, sealed at night. James Joyce, Finnegan’s Wake Who but the mountain knows the cave? We are not hollow; opaque jewel of coalstone depths melting magmic into places unspoken.… Continue reading

I have been a stranger in a strange land.(Exodus 2.22) Much of life is spent here-and-there, the archipelago of somewheres twisting-turning-winding from shore to sea to shore. We travel, we move, we stay, we leave, we’re lost, we’re found. Traveling, we go from one somewhere to another, ‘there’ rather than ‘here.’ Even when we’re ‘there’… Continue reading

The unfettered clouds and region of the heavens,Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light—Were all like workings of one mind, the featuresOf the same face, blossoms upon one tree,Characters of the great Apocalypse,The types and symbols of Eternity,Of first and last, and midst, and without end. (William Wordsworth, “The Simplon Pass”) Being-trans is neither… Continue reading