I get the feeling more and more that all world events are the great powers’ graceless ways of saying, “And we should be so lucky that far greater terrors were not unleashed today.”
The blitheness of this apocalypse is its most daunting asset.
Postscript of unironic irony:
Obviously the same rhetoric has been used by Russia to defend its campaign of “cultural reunification”—a Russophone heritage—in Ukraine. The memory of the Holodomore must be fond for everyone involved, I’m sure. Another dinner party of thin broth stewing dirt clods and uncertain bones.
The currency of communication is on the forefront of the global mind, and more than ever assimilation is a pretext (no pun intended) for the metrical, or digital, signification of people.
The oil and grain might as well stay in the ground, you start to suspect. There is a hunger for the synthesis of data.
It’s a whole abusive household model of state organization, imperialism, and linguistic hegemony.
The platitudes of multiculturalism might be seen like the shells of exotic beetles starved out of their homes and scattered on a dead wind into futility—if you catch a high enough vista.
Mark my words—World War III will be a war of incoherence.
In other news, I discovered what appears to be falsified social media dialogue designed to make me look unstable or embroiled in drama over my stolen property. This is a set up. This whole thing is a set up.
