Dreams are bullshit and mean nothing, generally. But sometimes they can be used to reveal where your head’s at. Here’s where my head’s at: I’m hanging out with a lot of people, out in the world. Finally, there’s society. We’re talking, having fun. Sun’s out and everything’s green and warm. Blue sky day. This girl […]
Tag Archives: France
A Continental Series of Tubes
By the way, Paris Metro subways are beautiful and not as sketchy as one would read, even though it might be smart to keep your belongings as close to you as possible. The stations are wide like squashed ovals, and have lots of seating and signage. Don’t expect to lay down if you’re stuck in […]
Sojourn
If you haven’t been paying attention on some of my other platforms, you wouldn’t have known that I got back from a two-week trip around northern Europe. But that’s OK if you haven’t, because I’ve been remiss in posting about it here, since Phaysis is my first love, my primary voice, my public face to […]
Woke Nihilism
On the day of the burning of the Notre Dame cathedral, I was commiserating with a friend at the cafe about the disaster. A real moment. Then another friend sat with us, tuned into our conversation, and brought up the fact that there are so many black churches that have been burned, and that the […]