Writer's Diary
11/22/25
There might be a way to get back to the truth of things, but in a post-truth world there is just the legitimization of perspective, and the legitimization of other perspectives, and the war of perspectives. What the Internet has done—the most dangerous and fundamental change—is the power to create truth, putting the power to create truth in literally anyone’s hands. And to introduce not a moral relativism, but a moral perspectivism, and an epistemological and logical perspectivism.1
There’s no such thing as privacy anymore, no such thing as safety really. There are rapid transactions between market participants; there’s tit-for-tat and cooperation in the giant craziest level of the internet.
One is always proving one’s authenticity. One’s sails are always turning to catch the wind of the real, tacking in the direction of the real but never reaching land, like a ghost ship.
Spiritual life—the spirit, the holy ghost—returns as soon as you ask for it to return; which is to say that it returns at the point at which you pray for it.
Don’t we all want to get to a point where there’s no guilt about the body, no shame about the body. To be able to present that—not just the body, but the blood and the brains, the whole network of biology and soul that is us—without needing to justify it. Without needing to apologize.
Yes, power is insidious, and discipline presses upon us from myriad angles.
The internet in many ways is a crystallization of all the differential relations of power, a manifestation of something that was once invisible, like the dark matter of power revealed. Too much is visible now, too much can be recorded; as a result we lack proper boundaries and cannot rest.
I can defeat my anxiety and my useless craving for dopamine and for consolation and attention.
The utopian belief in being a real artist.
Wednesday night— the sixth draft reading of Last Days of Downtown, this time at a private event space on Delancey Street.