The world moves on. Thus, we have reached the peak of our disillusion. There are times when I wish I had never known, and there are times when I recognize that the truth of knowing is to become disillusioned by truth. This is because the world moves on, and the past becomes a fable, put […]Read More Notes on Disillusion
Die Lit, or the art of being ontological terror (Paper Presented at Global Debate Symposium in the Kritikal Lab, July 7th, 2019) I don’t usually like to reflect on my writing for a public audience. I find in every reflection I place the words of who I once was into the context and constellation of […]Read More Die Lit, or the art of being ontological terror
“Spit, Lil’ Cuz…” – Qadir Jones (aka Hellstar), my beautiful and brilliant autodidactic cousin “… Keep it Real.” – John Gillespie Sr (aka Unorthodox), my complex and clever autodidactic father These were the maxims that marked my introduction to philosophical study. Spit: /spit/ (verb) – to rap, to make words make melodies, to […]Read More We Cyphered Our Symposiums.
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What moves the Nihilist moves the Lover nothing moves the Lover, and yet, the Nihilist is the Lover who denies that there is an existence of accessible transcendence for love and life to be situated upon. What moves the Nihilist moves the Lover, nothing moves the Nihilist; and yet, the Nihilist is the lover who […]Read More Black and Meaningless: Anti-Liberation, Nihilism and Love