essays

The impossibility of self-starting and hatred for the homeless

In the 2000 film American Psycho, there is a scene in which Patrick Bateman, a wealthy Wall Street employee, condescends to a homeless person in an alley. "Do you have any idea what a fucking loser you are?" Bateman rhetorically asks the homeless person. He then kills the homeless person and a nearby dog in… Continue reading The impossibility of self-starting and hatred for the homeless

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What freedom means to me

A little over two years ago, I took the following photo while touring Mount Rushmore on my way to graduate school in Wisconsin. At the time, I marveled at how tiny the destination actually looks in person, and also at how overwhelmingly white the rock features are. (I mean this literally, although of course the… Continue reading What freedom means to me

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Health

I am eight years old, and I am home sick with strep. Actually, I could equally be seven years old, or six. As a child, I was chronically sick with strep throat, in response to which I took antibiotics. My parents used to wonder aloud whether this over-use of antibiotics would lead to my being… Continue reading Health

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The authentic self and the illusion of the academy

While living in Colorado Springs between 2015 and -16, I wrote a novel on power, alienation, and education. I never gave it a title, but the work describes a high-powered Academy where children are taken away from their families, then trained in a series of exercises that culminate in the ability to “Produce,” meaning manifest… Continue reading The authentic self and the illusion of the academy