On the Curious Disappearance of DOA, by Foo Fighters
No one’s getting out of here alive.
Hagoth favors essays that can trace their lineage back to Michel de Montaigne; whether narrative, analytical, or devotional, these essays lean ruminative, conversational, meandering, impressionistic, and are reluctant to wax didactic. But that doesn’t mean you won’t find the occasional poem or piece of fiction here as well.
No one’s getting out of here alive.

Shall the Youth of Zion falter?

And the silence becomes a chorus

My cousin, my intuition, and the Westminster Confession are telling me no, so wouldn’t it be
thrilling to run up the slide on this one?

Of how fraught it is to have faith as a mustard seed.

To seek not for power, but to pull it down.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

For a certain subset of younger Gen Xers and older Millennials, the opening riff to Stevie Wonder’s “Pastime Paradise”—from his 1976 magnum opus Songs in
An Easter hymn, “Now that Spring has come…”

On the only obedience worth exercising in ages of authoritarianism.
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