Every american I’ve met has been willing to kill for something, or willing to die for something.
But not a single one of them is willing to be inconvenienced in the slightest. That’s our sickness.
So i spent a long time ruminating on that and now i’m even more depressed than I was and shit is getting bad again. Sorry for the livejournal post, I haven’t made one in a while. Still around.


the best is when you’re below a conversational level in the local language and the empty verbal ritual is impossible.