By: Matthew Battles
Pavement, light, time, and reverie.
A bestiary of cinematic technologies.
A change-ringing verse for the turning of the year.
The circling sea of faith & the energetic unrevealing cold.
A poem by Matthew Battles.
Vanessa Veselka tallies the wages of wage-slavery.
Pyres of code in the writeable sky.
At Words Without Borders, a folk-epic recipe.
Autumn and the quiet collision of species.
Omniveillance & iconicity.
First they come for your civil liberties; the books are an afterthought.
If we can make it there, we can make it anywhere.
Music for escaping the time to which it returns us.
Quinn Norton explains how Anonymous came for the lulz, & stayed to free us.
I am become John Galt, destroyer of worlds.