On cancel culture.
I prefer to cancel myself every now and then before anyone else gets the chance.
November 24, 2021
An extinct memory.
Ever since moving out of cities and into the mountains, I realised that the memory — of birds wiping their beak on branches — had gone extinct in my
Frank Herbert on how to not live.
You make a law for every movement. You deny the existence of chaos. You teach even the children to breathe slowly. You tame. — Frank Herbert, Dune