April 2010
8 posts
pooping in winnipeg
Solo style.
Never use the fucking toilets.
And thank me for that tip later.
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I think I am at my most tangential when I am simultaneously eating and pooping. I love that I can actually do it, that I’m not repulsed by the fact that, when the poop plops into the oversaturated and chemically-suffused water, tiny particles of it shoot upwards at unheard-of...
if nothing exists #1
There’s a certain comfort in the fact that nothing exists. Everything will fade; the idea that a stone is one million years old and will last millions of years longer than you has no bearing, no significance once it crosses the time of my death. From then on it will have been just as tangential, just as insubstantial as the millions(?) of dollars I may have accumulated, as weightless as the...
“We can’t all, and some just don’t. That’s all there is to it.”
– A. A. Milne
If nothing exists
The title of this blog is derived from a famous zen buddhist koan. Knowing very well that there could be one hundred different translations of it on various websites online, I am reproducing it here as best fits my own tongue. Though I think the best translators are invisible, it is fascinating to see the interests and driving forces behind certain translations. I see it as being similar to...
