On behalf of the future, I ask you of the past to leave us alone. You are not welcome among us. You have no sovereignty where we gather.

Before us, the flood During the winter of 2019, the Los Angeles River looked, freakishly, like a river. Paved under and over in 1938 to control flooding, it has spent most of the past few decades looking more like a meek trickle winding its way...

In urgent times comes the urgent necessity of new hedonism, and
of inflicting losses on our enemies, of revelling in certain fires.

Radical difficulty, the political power of necessary embarrassment, working-class life, dignity and poetry.

On relative merits of relative ruling-class competence to the north.