Desire is insatiable not because the goods of the world are too few, too uniform, or too bland. Desire burns through the goods of the world, even tho….

It is easy for desire to be caught like a bird in a net, its wings fouled and twisted, no longer free to cross back and forth between silence and wor….

Desire is this absurdity that holds open the infinity of possibility. Ever optimistic, ever resourceful, desire tells us what it sees as it speeds ah….

Desire is the absurdity that holds open the infinity of possibility..