unbelievable to have to live while such death occurs and with the knowledge that such death will continue to occur. no words. the animal necessity to continue to live in a blur of distraction; the horrifying blasphemy that anything else is happening. fuck that stupid ilya kaminsky poem but i can’t tell if it’s a ethical or an aesthetic objection or if i’m just mad that it’s true or what
https://scalawagmagazine.org/2024/09/on-the-eve-of-yet-another-nakba-a-dream/
http://strangehorizons.com/wordpress/fiction/12-worlds-interrupted-by-the-drone/
in the dark times will there be GAMING? / yes there will also be GAMING (with ominous reference to the incidental aesthetics of prior dark times interpretable through the lens of corporate gambling on the possibility of catastrophe)
https://www.polygon.com/553024/nintendo-built-the-switch-2-for-the-next-societal-shutdown
and so on and so forth