yowsa hoo, i finished arcadia! i'm glad i stuck with it to the end. it was not easy, especially in this heat. i can say it will be easier to read america on fire now. 

i'll be digesting it i reckon a while and probly won't have a lot to say.

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i still don't know what i am, but my wish list is infinite—and my hate list is too. it's out of the question that i live like everyone else and spend most of my time filling myself with industrial foodstuffs, insane images, and soulless music. you always resign yourself too quickly to being a trash can. it amused me for a few months, just long enough to understand what it was all about and what other people's lives were like, but that's all over now too. i received love as an inheritance, and with it the duty to reveal its good news, like a trail of incandescent powder in a society that doesn't want love and especially not incandescence, a society that prefers to be an open garbage dump, a gigantic accommodation establishment for unhappy people who are cruelly dependent on what is killing them.

 emmanuelle bayamack-tam                                                                         arcadia