Day three of the confirmation hearings of another retrograde Supreme Court justice, and it’s a simulation of government. Nobody will deliberate. Nobody will listen. Everyone’s locked in and committed. I flipped on the television and saw footage of one of the president’s frightening rallies. He stood in front of his airplane, flapping his hands and crowing before a sea of red hats. All those red hats like angry sores.

Scientists say there’s a 50/50 chance we live in a simulation. The idea that some lunatic is behind the controls would explain a lot, although I can’t imagine what kind of intelligence would find this entertaining. At least give us magic or Martians or something wild streaking across the sky.


Satomi Taniyama – Simulations Of A Garbage Truck

Portopia | Strange Life Records, 2010 | Bandcamp
Each night in 2020, I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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