Catalytic Narrative

Reading Deleuze is hard. It's hard to make the words cohere, as he tries to de-interiorize his self, which predates the selfie, which ma...

So, I'm wandering around the country with a living space the size of an outhouse, in which I do everything *except* what I would do in ...

I started writing on this blog eons ago, and named it according to my premonition that our shared narrative would have to change. A shared n...

I'm going to try this again. It's important, but I have to say at the outset that I've been trying for over 40 years. I doubt I...

I've circuited the country now. Twice. I've had nothing to say. Well, not here. I talk to lots of people, most of them Trumpsters. I...

I sit now in a rather large and mostly evacuated space. I wonder how I will make the move to my new mobile tiny house. I can pace here. I su...

As I move about and cull my bookshelves, I discover I'm doing this by the wrong principle. I keep books I might like to read again, or r...