Everybody's increasingly anxious about the Greater America/Greater Israel regime's genocidal ultra-zionist techno-fascist horror show, but hey, the midterms are coming.

 

October 8, 2026. Anno Dominaté. Went to Exfinity, Exfinity was closed. Went to library, library was open. Obtained Paul Celan, A Life, by Anna Arno, and To See Beyond, by Anna Badkhen. And now, typing with one finger and holding Olive's butt with left hand, I return to The Hour of the Wolf, by Fatima Bhutto. 

 It's pompous and obscene, it's omnipresent in the landscape, but I don't focus on it as much now, not like when it was building. It's indubitably there, even though it will always feel unreal, it's just a part of the empire now, it's a done deal.

 god save us from the techno-fascist demons.

 It seems that AI has taken control of my phone. I have a little panic this morning in the kitchen, at 7:17. I had to sternly request AI to turn itself off. I let it in, and it wants to update all the time now. There is no doubt the techno-fascists would like to control our minds. Ah, but the resistance is strong, and growing like weeds through the cracks in this built world.

 Self-portrait with milkweed seed pod. Thank you library, for Memory Rehearsal by Eleni Sikelianos and The Hour of the Wolf by Fatima Bhutto. 

 If you feel sickened by the genocidal propaganda and industrial gaslighting after all these years, that just means you're still human. Hug an Anti-Zionist today.