i have this recurring dream
where the world is divided down an artificial political line and all anyone cares about is the latest gadget and they all read celebrity mags and they’re all filled with vitriol and all the food contains high fructose corn syrup and the corporations have the power and rush limbaugh talks and government grows more opaque and china holds all the aces because the deck was made in china and every day increasingly feels like the punch line to machiavelli’s joke, and i’m so happy until i wake up.
