regarding bell hooks
bell hooks is as close as i have ever been to religion.
i’m a ghost in conversation. i flit from group to group, i smile just past the camera. on the page i’m a person. i always have been.
i want to write more. i want to say something of value, not merely sit spinning my wheels in the mud of it all. sometimes i wonder if there’s a point to any of this in the face of the imminent heat death of the planet. who am i writing this down for? will we need art while we drown?