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.