they say the neoliberal order is decaying, well popular resistance says. i don't know what to think. i think a starling just whistled in the snowstorm, whee-ew! i'm alive. that's what i say, or shoo-we! i slept rough last night sheltered in place. woke up before i could sleep, aroused inexplicably, onwontedly, and read beside myself—it's beginning to come together. by the end it will, or it will end. everything comes together in the end even if it all falls apart. if the neoliberal order falls it will be worse than that coal smokestack explosion in little village, they will burn the earth for all their worth.