i was sitting in my royal excremeditation chamber when it dawned on me that the reason i’ve been in so fell a mood is because i have been reading Hakim Bey. nothing against the guy (except that he’s a real pederast), but he tends to make a person feel pretty pessimistic, cynical, and even nihilistic. makes me feel like the whole world has anonymously betrayed me.
so i’m putting T.A.Z. down for a little while. it’s not like i learned a whole lot that i hadn’t already known, or at the least learnt about via my associations with various Underground Illumination Agents*.
*tell no one you saw this phrase. you know nothing. the number twenty-three doesn’t mean anything to you, nor will you begin to notice an abundance of iterations of that number in the “world” around “you”.
neither will you ever notice the fnords.
