It was one of those rainy and damp days, I was finding my way out of the F-train subway on Bergen St. in Brooklyn. On the mezzanine level, in the corner of the stairwell, I noticed a young man, couldn’t have been much older than 30….
Category: Notes From Disgraceland
American Corrida And The Reconstitution Of The State
“We have reached the point of self-intoxication when inner contradictions of the system, which previously could be temporarily ignored, are taking over. The system has exhausted itself – it has collapsed under its own weight.”
Perfect Crimes & Misdemeanors: The Politics Of Inflated Balloons
“When one puts an inflated balloon in a presidential seat”…
