we dream sometimes of escape to a foreign land, but it's only a landscape fantasy.

 

Just leave us a place to be.

It's a ritual. It's a bewildering conglomeration. It's a site of maximal control and chaos. To think they're bombing Iran as I'm taking pictures. They seek to annihilate other places to build monuments to the unprecedented power to destroy, right here and now. ICE is on the streets and in the airports and ICE at the polls, as the poles melt down and the seas rise along with the towers of hubris. Never mind our progress. Question, is world building reality? Can we hope to change and be the same? Even more than what we are?

Politics & Aesthetics After Geontopower, examining political concepts in the wake of a form of governance organized by the distinction between Life and Nonlife in the shadow of climate change and toxic capitalism. -Agora

 Lulu had loose stool outside Booth business school. Sorry, business kids.

 in a simpler time.

 There was more I could have said, and I could have said it differently.

 sign.

 song of the day i don't know.

 thanks be for indeterminacy and the overdetermined reverse cloud factory.

 What do you think I'm doing? I'm brushing the circle, man. What's it to you?

 what remains.

 you could be anything.

 2001, twenty some years on.

 crosses, spires, smokestacks, fires, all in the distance. 

 god bless our indeterminacy, for without that, where would we be?

 i found the song of the day like a trinket buried in the dirt. darn that dream. 

 for my whole life i try to be forthright.

 i look at this and think if god didn't exist.

 I'll say it wasn't me, but if it wasn't me it'd have been somebody else. 

 is sphere his real middle name? from his mom? or he made it up?

 light pole and another. forked path. manhole cover. underground.

 lonely cube of styrofoam makes me think of shuggie.

 we're running out of time. no, we're not. we got nothing but time. yes, we are. you're obsessed with time. no, i'm not, you are.

Oligarchs don't care for democracy. 

 I don't like death and destruction. Death and destruction is the way of empire. The only way it'll change is collapse. Life is good, not just a slogan on a t-shirt. Death is hard, and the business after death is complicated and expensive, but it's a lot cheaper than life in assisted living. We're going to see what happens, knowing it couldn't go on the way it was.

 on the way home from the graveyard i thought, the tower obamachron looks like a gravestone for sure.

 

i can't get pictures from my phone or computer. i'm helpless on technology. i wonder what i'll do when the whole system collapses. we went to the graveyard and it was good, i think we'll move sepp and trudy there, and when we visit we'll be part of the community. 

p.s. finally, i got the picture!

 We tortured some folks, but we're not going to put that in big letters on a tower in a stolen park, that would be stupid.

 You are America, unencumbered by natural law, ready to seize the indigenous land that transcends you. 

 They're building a data center the size of Central Park out by the federal prison in Joliet. 1.8 gigawatts, enough to power the whole city. We're talking a tsunami of data that will bury humanity. You are America, ha ha.

 You are America. Unencumbered by consumption, habit, and needless clutter. 

 You are America. Oh, thank you dude. God bless you and your dog too.

 Torture and genocide. Who is really alive in the empire of artificial intelligence and death? It's the day after the advance release of the torture and genocide report. You are a commodity. But you are human. You can't turn it off. Thing is, is AI smarter than the AI corporations? Will AI help us shut down the empire? Don't bet on it, you may be a thinking reed, but for now you're still an imperial commodity. But you are still human, even the dead are still human. As the empire cracks who knows where the revolution will arise.

Wake up and find out that you are the eyes of the world. I've had that song in my head since we drove to the graveyard on Saturday morning flashback.

 

 H.G.R. at the graveyard. 

 Sons-a-bitches. Gotta work on Sunday for the Oligarch in the Park.

 Working on this postage stamp land grab, I'm just too tired to think about the rest of the world.

 The renegade flag of the Obamachron.