Probably due to my own lack of understanding, I'm still trying to find some kind of middle ground between Kierkegaard's aesthetic and ethical stages. I don't know if there is one. I'm definitely stuck, so to speak, in the aesthetic stage, with the occasional brief foray into the ethical.

A good amount of new black metal has been pouring forth from my speakers since I moved back to West Alabama. Drudkh is the most noteworthy outfit, and proof that the loveliest of maggots can erupt from the cold corpse of the Soviet Union.