He’s running up the road, right past me, seemingly without seeing me. I call out. I wave. I ask how he’s doing. He stops and slowly turns to face me. He raises his fists.
"It’s okay," I say. "I’m not going mess with you or anything."
He runs up and swings his fists, missing. I begin backing away.
"Please don’t," I say. "It’s okay."
He keeps running at me, swinging his fists. I continue backpedaling, and bring out my revolver.
"Don’t," I say. Please stop."
He says nothing. He doesn’t stop. I fire one shot.
I look down the road in both directions. No one else is around. I don’t bother looting him. I suspect he doesn’t have much. I look at him for a while, then leave.
It’s the first time I’ve ever killed another player. As I reach the treeline, it begins to rain.
just waiting on references and I can send this application for the University of Amsterdam
I’m at the edge of the right page too so it’s not weird. But we have to write our best memory at uni, and I have absolutely no idea
If you have ever been to Portland, looked around and thought, “Where are all the Black people?”, this is the film you need to see.
Oregon has pushed laws and policies that have, both through de facto and de juris racism, tried to destroy the Black community.
Survival is resistance, and Portland’s Black population is the epitome of this concept.
"Existence in late capitalism is a permanent rite of initiation. Everyone must show that they identify wholeheartedly with the power which beats them."
"The concept of a centered structure is in fact the concept of a play based on a fundamental ground, a play constituted on the basis of a fundamental immobility and a reassuring certitude, which itself is beyond the reach of play. And on the basis of this certitude anxiety can be mastered, for anxiety is invariably the result of a certain mode of being implicated in the game, of being caught by the game, of being as it were at stake in the game from the outset."
Writing and Difference (Structure, Sign and Play)- Jacques Derrida (via being-in-myself
#summer of Georg
getting ready for summer
why did I tag this with #summer of Hegel? how could I miss the perfect opportunity for #summer of Georg
There are two of them, one well-outfitted and holding a rifle, the other, like me, in just jeans and a T-shirt.
"Hi," says T-shirt. "Who are you?"
"Hi," I say. "I’m Chris."
"Okay," says T-shirt. "See that guy there?"
"Yeah," I say.
T-shirt punches me in the face. My vision blurs. The one with the rifle watches silently.
"He said I had to kill you or he’d kill me," T-shirt says, punching me again. Everything goes black as I fall unconscious.
T-shirt keeps talking. “He said I had to. He said he’d kill me if I didn’t kill you. That’s why… that’s why. He said I had to.”