i was reading something about heaven and hell that made me think of purgatory and then the obamachron. i imagined looking down through space, peering into the burgeoning conglomerate, seeing obama in his afterlife, the afterlife of obama, a tower surrounded by buildings with renderings of little trees and people, in frozen gestures imitating life in community in a park that was, where he will preside as ghost in a fairy tale tower forever. his particular extractive purgatory is a place in the park, building inexorably for the afterlife.