Writer's Diary
12/3/25
Beliefs don’t keep up with the human software updates produced by technology, and so we waste a lot of time searching for ways to achieve modalities of living that are no longer possible, largely because we’re no longer equipped, ironically, for achieving them. And there’s a parody and comedy in this that we keep kind of trying to piece together shattered pieces of the near past while remaining blind to the reality of the near future and the present.
The world needs forgiveness or mercy the way a desert needs water.
Walking around the Strand Bookstore today, and all I could feel was that I was surrounded by political theology and that the books were arranged in such a way as to impose this theology on me. That in finding books I had to read, I had to ignore the palpable design of the bookstore.
No set of ideas could be more out of fashion right now than those of existentialism. I don’t really know anyone who’s thinking in terms of freedom anymore. Maybe that’s because of the number of addictions that have been imposed on all of us, or almost all of us. All the notifications and alerts that have made autonomy feel impossible.
There’s no such thing as nature or natural. There’s no such thing as purely artificial. Our natures and our technologies and our tools are always wrapping around each other. The average man and the average woman now are techno lovers, techno parents, techno philosophers, and techno artists—cyborgs, I should say, which is to state the obvious.