Thou - The Severed Genitals of Every Rapist Hang Bleeding From These Trees
|—||Friedrich Nietzsche (Beyond Good and Evil)|
Saint Augustine Heals the Infirms, by Tintoretto, Pinacoteca Civica di Palazzo Chiericati, Vicenza.
I have a job now that I haven’t started. I’ve finished three books in the past two weeks, started about four more.
We need to talk.
For anyone that cares - I kind of moved to California’s central coast a week and a half ago. Southern California is a very suffocating place due to the concrete stretch from Valencia to San Diego. On top of that the social current is toxic. I’m not foolish enough to believe in an ideal living area, but this has definitely been an improvement. Something about the fog crawling over the hills lures me. At the moment, I am trying to find employment and a permanent living space. I have found myself in a comfortable routine of walking downtown to the coffee shop for tea and my daily read. The naive bourgeois nature of this town permits the shoplifting torch to glow. Being computer-less has also been a bit of a relief.
Anyways, if anyone wants to correspond via letters, feel free to PM me an address. Pen pals are always great.
|—||Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters (via petrichour)|