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Hudson Everett

We live in a tempestuous time,

a kind of apocalypse, stretching

us thinner across the heating earth.

Late stage capitalism, we call it, the final iteration of the beast before destruction and/or freedom.

The moment, is digital and rapidly mutating, as we wrestle to pin down identity, simultaneously organizing collective action, anti-

bodies in the street, bodies

pressing up against the struggle, holding it up, unshrugging, atlas burning as the destination zooms out to a blue marble dot in the dark.

If you want something as American as apple pie, first you have to invent the universe.