The fog is rolling in, a dull roar of historic disinformation. Already isolated, we will soon only navigate via corporate AI under an umbrella of video surveillance. This is the virtual reality which hides in plain sight on an increasingly troubled horizon. Although voting won't make much of a difference, at least it will numb the pain. However, if women really want to change things, I suggest burning down the house.
THE SEARCH FOR SELF IN THE MATRIX OF SOCIAL GOVERNANCE
I was watching Donald Trump at his news conference defending Brett Kavanaugh, a thinly veiled defence of himself. He was waving his hands, like he his wont to do, and I imagined him a great sorcerer. His hands were guiding the fog, turning it into a great hammer, a device made for war. No, he wasn’t a great sorcerer, more like a disfigured silverback, aging, broken. I sense the fear in his eyes, or is it the dull glow made by lies masquerading as truth? No, it is the fear of others that he holds in his watery mirrors. It is the fear we all feel when dementia takes over the mind of the driver who is ferrying us across the river Styx. I don’t know if this is a fact or just my interpretation.