Day 887
An addict never stops growing. Stupider.
Junk is not a kick. It’s a way of life — William S. Burroughs
You know how literary hacks and opinion leaders have been bouncing around ideas about open society lately: they drone on about the the structured intimacy of clarifying one’s own image and choosing a life path while burning tires on the square after picking up gardening tools at the supermarket.
Well of course it’s galling. It’s irritating that any anyone anywhere can qualify the desire for freedom when it’s so freaking hard just to make up your mind when presented with a display of trowels.
Not that that’s been an issue lately, but I’m still looking for a decent spreader1.
Amidst the above-mentioned paraphernalia frenzy I’ve found myself falling head over heels over crashingly unsexy op-eds championing Ukraine’s form-follows-function fuzz, all designed quite smartly, built to last and affordable.
Ukraine’s aisles of anti-corruption bricolage teem with generations of yellow and blue gadgets that all interlock and…
