"But there was nothing about the little, low-rambling, more or less identical homes of Northumberland Estates to interest or to haunt, no chance of loot that would be any more than the ordinary, waking-world kind the cops hauled you in for taking; no
small immunities, no possibilities for hidden life or otherworldly presence; no trees, secret routes, shortcuts, culverts, thickets that could be made hollow in the middle – everything in the place was right out in the open, everything could be seen at a glance; and behind it, under it, around the corners of its houses and down the safe, gentle curves of its streets, you came back, you kept coming back, to nothing; nothing but the cheerless earth."
Thomas Pynchon, "The Secret Integration"
This is Ian Mathers' Tumblr. I live in Canada. I've written about music and other things for Stylus, PopMatters, Resident Advisor, the Village Voice, and a few other places. Hi.
I truly enjoy seeing my bro friends on here calling out shitty male behavior but don’t get too cocky about it. Constant vigilance is needed. The second you become smarmy about it, that’s the second you become a ~good guy~ who really isn’t all that good of a guy. So save your pats on the back.
(corollary to my last post)
I HAVE to start wearing earplugs more often. Even when it feels really good not to in the moment, I pay for it later. I can barely hear the text alerts from my phone right now, and it’s sitting on the desk a few inches from me.