what a luxury it was to be permitted innocent methods of fighting depression; the last vestiges of innocent ascetic indulgence now comes in the form of occasionally slicing my flesh open.
Anyone who, in his intercourse with human beings, does not, at one time or another, shimmer with all the colours of distress—green and gray with disgust, surfeit, sympathy, gloom, and loneliness—is certainly not a man of higher taste.
I think romanticizing is not always that bad. It helps to do it sometimes when you're dealing with a repressed memory. I think it is called an advantaged delusion? Sometimes, that's the only way I can remember parts of me l don't want to remember, so that I can lay her to rest and heal.
it makes sense that market anarchists typically just reduce themselves to sniveling moralists at the end of the day
they want to prescribe a change in the superstructure without a clue why it’s developed that way, and the only explanation is Evil and Vice
if copyright were abolished then of course you’d be correct that imposing any limitation would be asinine.
in the same way that if capitalism were abolished one could no longer be a class traitor, because there would be no class to betray.
we’re not starting from a blank slate.
class interest doesn’t exist if i don’t look at it
anarchism is when i scab at the picket line
collective action is a spook
genuinely don’t know what you mean by this