to explode in righteous anger
(an occurrence rarer than
the World Cup) at my landlord;
when it’s finished, I feel how
I imagine women too often feel
after sex with a man:
he said most everything I
wanted to hear, but it’s over
far too quickly & I am infuriatingly
in New York City, I’d like to see people hailing cabs in the bike lane more into the idea of getting a high five as I cruise past.
"I got so much heroin it ain’t even funny."
— Guy walking past my window.
"The outrage that has emerged since the tape of Sterling’s remarks was first made public seems to betray a kind of willful collective naïveté. Our public shock suggests a belief that the views expressed by Sterling are out of the ordinary—despite the evidence indicating otherwise, despite the visible disparities between races in every meaningful statistic, despite the protestations of those who are subjected to the dictates of race in this country."
(Source: newyorker.com, via newyorker)
"We concentrate our laws, investigations, prosecutions, and punishments on how much crime is in the sin, rather than how much sin is in the crime."
— Shantaram, by Gregory David Roberts