Just… Ethan
Category: make the world glass
Head of the Sinner’s Table
At my table we’re cussing, breaking bread, drinking wine, laughing, and proposing toasts to all the saints that got lucky and became sinners.
On Materialism
…when I unexpectedly bumped into it just now all I could think is: it’s absolutely beautiful.
I have weaved this home together like a bird weaves together her nest, from leftover scraps, unwanted plant parts, hope, and love.
Αεί γαρ εΰ πίπτουσιν οι Διός κύβοι – The dice of God are always loaded
The dice of God are always loaded.
(Zeus is always lucky at dice)
I rarely write the real things here, which seems to me a healthy instinct —
Truth is a sword, a powerful weapon who takes no prisoners and spares not her speaker. Once unleashed, it rages beyond the control of man.
Passing — how my Great-Grandmother became white
“My parents were Cherokee Indians. Of course, our people don’t claim to have come over on the Mayflower or anything like that, but we met ’em at the dock when they landed.” —Will Rogers
THE SARGENT THEATRE DEBATES
Don’t raise your voice. Improve your argument.
Just a friendly reminder:
Hit hard, and good things will happen. That is all.
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