Frank lifts his melodies as if by flutter.
Our language, our verb tenses, essential to our survival, are false idols, false, based on everything we understand about the universe, about the reality in which we live and are.
What do you do when your party attempts coups through trespassing, physical assault, and a thin veneer of procedural law?
Universal Basic Income, and what the distant future inevitably holds for developed-world workers.
I saw Nothing there once. It was beckoning a moment of sequence.
There’s no lost media ethic in a simple, barely novel word choice.
A few Americans’ bad idea ages ago need not be the standard.
Real or not, the “true” horror show is coming for us, and our reactions continue to expose just how skittish we are when discussing the afterlife.