aphorisms
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Lazy models and missing data would do much to explain good and evil in this world.
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Is literature not mathematics,
with variables too meaningful to express in numbers?
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Truth lies in nuance, not in bold strokes.
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A full stop lets letters stretch into their full form.
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You just don't know, until you know something you wish you didn't.
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At the edge, one must ask oneself: am I jumping or am I falling?
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My awkwardness is my awareness of your awareness of my awareness of your—
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Grant me all of eternity and I may still fail to utter a perfect truth; but a finger instead, and all I would need is to point.
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The hero is the ultimate compression and therefore, ultimately nonsensical.
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Our inability to comprehend is not always driven by complexity, but by our inability to accept absurd simplicity.
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The closest I can edge towards virtue, is to choose what gives semblance of a lesser vice.
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The only thing more terrifying than seeing a ghost, is realising that there are none.
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The narrative is the recursion that feeds.
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Poor abstractions are as useful as reality television - at best, a palliative for boredom.
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Sometimes when something is too special,
one must fool oneself into thinking it never meant all that much—
not unlike how, when the present feels sweet,
we tell ourselves that some terrible thing must follow.
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How to slow down time?
Experience it, terribly.
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Where a nihilist sees emptiness, an artist sees opportunity.
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The difficulty with friendship is not merely that you must make efforts to approach one another in space, but that you must also share temporal proximity. You will find some, that are present in corporeal form, but their minds visibly wander to some far off place, haunted by what used to be or what seemingly ought to be.
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Like a misplaced apostrophe,
you wreaked havoc
on all I meant to say.
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Talent calls for accolade;
brilliance requires only silence.
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How much should one make a martyr of oneself?
Just enough.
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Nobody tells you
how those solitary nights
feel like
infinity trapped in a bottle.
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A man reads non-fiction to learn how,
but only fiction can teach him why.
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The greater the silence, the louder the echo.
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