My junior year of college, I wrote a sermon to give my church. It was a lovely little church called Lakeshore Baptist church, although they weren’t affiliated with the main Baptist association. The church was wonderful – a female pastor, progressive ideas towards ministry, and a fundamental belief in doubt being part of faith.
I find that one complaint always seems to wash up to my shore, like scraps of a boat once sank and churned toward through angry storms.
“You think too much.”
Freedom has come to mean choice. It has less to do with the human spirit than with different brands of deodorant. -Arundhati Roy, Field Notes on Democracy
Every time I feel these damned migraines I start to lose touch with reality. Last night I felt the migraines were trying to tell me something – trying to remind me of something I had long forgotten.
I have been hesitant to write about this particular dystopian alternative for over a year, because in order for my fears of data mining to come true, our society will have to continue on our current trajectory of rampant consumption and growth at all costs.
The inspiration for this website comes from an auspicious place, often seen as a part of the Internet others would loathe to identify as muse. Yes, dear reader, this website was inspired by a repost.
Something weird is happening to me. I tend to be pretty wary of the way I use technology, so when I realized what was happening, I must admit I was taken by surprise.
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Since no one had responded to me, I started to analyze the possibilities of what was actually happening to me. I wasn’t ready to accept the truth, so I stalled by sipping on my lukewarm coffee.
From a perspective of self-preservation, all actions are justifiable. All actions can contain peace.
If a situation arises in which I feel disloyalty and disrespect, I have no issues enacting whatever consequences necessary in order to free myself of the offense.
The rhythm of my body has become unpredictable. Weeks of no rest, sparse food, sparse sleep, and transitory places have left me in shambles. The dreams I do have feel as if I’m awake, and in those dreams I’m still learning lessons. My mind has no way to relax.