Otherworldly immortality isn’t good enough; I wanna stick around here

I woke up this morning too early and couldn’t go back to sleep. I woke up into a deep and still sadness. I’m so sad that things have to end. I always hated that. As a child, I hated the end of parties when everyone had to leave. I hated the end of family trips. … More Otherworldly immortality isn’t good enough; I wanna stick around here

My Eroma

This veil! It is transparent, and the beloved in plain sight. But I am blinded by what I’ve taken to be seeing. There’s a seeing that shows and a seeing that hides. She is near and far, here and there, a yes and a no. She is my Mona Lisa. She is my Eroma. I … More My Eroma

Liquid Jesus

The fall is here. It has made itself felt, from the inside; from the deep. The fall is vigorously marching toward me, the ground shaking more and more and I am trembling out of fear and uncertainty. The fall’s magnificence precedes its face. I love the fall. I love how the fall smells, I love … More Liquid Jesus

Fallen Love

When I see you, when I lose myself to the irresistible sight of your eyes, to that evergreen noema, I like to light a cigarette and go back to Heidegger, I like to throw myself into that inexpressible abyss of rootless existence, into Dostoevsky’s night walks in Saint Petersburg, into Andrei Tarkovsky’s long shots and … More Fallen Love