the rich will be able to flash messages to one another from the windows of obomba's illuminated tower in the park to mac's sun-annihilating solstice tower with their diamond rings and brooches. little surveillance drones will fly with the crows and pidgeons. it feels like the end of something, and the terrifying culmination of a history of theft. in the reality wake of the speculators dream there will be no shelter, no public space left.