Violence Doesn't Have A Race, A Class,

Walking Itself Is The Intentional Act Closest To The Unwilled Rhythms Of The Body, To Breathing And The Beating Of The Heart. It Strikes A Delicate Balance Between Working And Idling, Being And Doing. It Is A Bodily Labor That Produces Nothing But Thoughts, Experiences, Arrivals.

A Lot Of People Think Of Political Activism As Some Grim Duty, And I Think We Do Have An Obligation To Be Citizens - To Be Informed And Engaged.

The Bigness Of The World Is Redemption. Despair Compresses You Into A Small Space, And A Depression Is Literally A Hollow In The Ground. To Dig Deeper Into The Self, To Go Underground, Is Sometimes Necessary, But So Is The Other Route Of Getting Out Of Yourself, Into The Larger World, Into The Openness In Which You Need Not Clutch Your Story And Your Troubles So Tightly To Your Chest.

Activism Is Not A Journey To The Corner Store. It Is A Plunge Into The Unknown. The Future Is Always Dark.

We Treat Desire As A Problem To Be Solved, Address What Desire Is For And Focus On That Something And How To Acquire It Rather Than On The Nature And The Sensation Of Desire, Though Often It Is The Desire Between Us And The Object Of Desire That Fills The Space In Between With The Blue Of Longing.