||"To Lift the Dead Hand of the Past"
||Cast the First Stone
||How can we be sinking? Half the ship is now pointing skyward, safely above the water line.|
||"Perpetually Doomed: The Sisyphean Task"
||All the universe has to do is flex, and every law we've ever learned ceases to matter or even apply,|
||"Suffering: The Art of Letting Go"
||Americana exceptionalism is, like American exceptionalism and every other kind of small-minded imagined superiority, a flourish of pride designed to distract attention from gnawing fears.|
||"Treading on Thin Ice"
||Or, said another way, noise is an investment in future silence. Now you understand the tender heart under the adamantine exoskeleton of deathcore.|