Sunday, September 27, 2026
I finished The Silence in a few hours yesterday, with the crow moon coming. It's about the collapse, the apocalypse or whatever, written in 2020. It's a new book though, after several printings. I missed it before, but it could be written as we speak, if Don DeLillo was still here. I wish he was. I wish he was on Substack in the afterlife. And then I started Earth 7, about life on earth after the collapse, the apocalypse, or whatever. I can feel it coming, whatever it is.
Saturday, September 26, 2026
The monster flew to New York, stood up at a podium in the United Nations, held up a little personal device, grinning like a boy, boasting about murdering people with exploding pagers. It almost seems like we don't know how to respond to such evil. We want to be worldly. We don't want to appear naive, or perhaps quaint. It's the United Nations, it's normalized. In congress they give long standing ovations. We don't know what to do with our dignity. I read in The Silence, Life can get so interesting that we forget to be afraid.
We've crossed an unaccountable threshold. This is our time.
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