Actually marriage makes me think of death a little. As does anything “life-affirming.”
Enough of the fucking death cult already. Human sacrifice, etc.
I will not see that movie.
I enjoy viewing my own life through the lens of anthropology.
One of the major purposes of marriage is the conspicuous (even swirling) circulation of wealth.
My students’ research paper topics: the motives of pharmaceutical companies, moving typography, satellite debris, moroccan henna, the stock market, and Maya Deren.
He should never have joined the army and blown off his leg.
In nicer weather now, an almost hysterical fondness for Brooklyn and its ethnic microcosms.
Less and less interest in “objectivity.”
The lovely thing about aphorisms is that one needn’t develop them.
