Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Kicking robots.

New York City.

PALANTIR

Agentic.

The Edge.

Sinners, and greatness.

Even the bull puts in some effort.

This piece—pleasant, but slight, ending just as it feels like it’s run through the pre-flight check for a much longer trip—does, at least (as it two-steps from of all things Paper Moon to the 48 Laws of Power), manage to articulate an essential, implacable truth of the Age in Which We’ve Found Ourselves Deposited: how on earth is it possible to speak as we so often do of Donald J. Trump as a grifter, when he can’t even be bothered to begin to pretend to try?

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Sun Wukong.

Clankers.

Split keyboard.

Relativity.

Castaneda.

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