dogwalkingwithdougpart2
Saturday, September 26, 2026
The monster flew to New York, stood up at a podium in the United Nations, held up a little personal device, grinning like a boy, boasting about murdering people with exploding pagers. It almost seems like we don't know how to respond to such evil. We want to be worldly. We don't want to appear naive, or perhaps quaint. It's the United Nations, it's normalized. In congress they give long standing ovations. We don't know what to do with our dignity. I read in The Silence, Life can get so interesting that we forget to be afraid.
We've crossed an unaccountable threshold. This is our time.
It's one thing to ask What is real? What is life? to an adult one assumes may be intelligent when one is but a kid, even rhetorically, even knowing more than one thinks one knows by instinct, and another thing to ask all of one's life, even if silently, even talking to bugs and various animals as a so called adult oneself. Keep asking, because we are in a hell of a fix with techno-fascism and artificial intelligence and remote controlled genocide. Ask a spider or a hermit today if they don't mind.
I love these spiders that make huts in bird's nest flowers. Adorbs. Artificial intelligence is death. I much prefer spiders. I rode to the library and nothing is waiting so I grab Earth 7 and Don DeLillo's The Silence. I had already started Woman in the Dunes and Land of Little Rain but I'm always looking for something I don't know what.
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