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The future is coming. There’s no stopping it. There never is. Increasingly it’s coming sooner than expected, a lot sooner and a lot faster. It seems to be accelerating. But isn’t that the nature of time? Everything speeding up everywhere. Out by the coast, the wooden fences
Five powerful men sit around a mahogany table on a private jet, pretending to enjoy a make-believe meal. It’s a photoshoot meant to show loyalty and camaraderie to the President-elect. Steve Bannon watches from the sidelines, a glint of calculation in his eye. “McPresident” is a biting short story
Daniel Clowes doesn’t mess about. The opening two-page spread of his heart-wrenching fictional biography jump cuts from amoeba to cavemen to Jesus on the cross to the industrial revolution to the Kennedy assassination to The Beverly Hillbillies. A series of interwoven scenes and flashbacks tumble depicting the truths and
Friedrich Hayek sits at his desk, pen in hand, writing the kind of letter that cuts deeper than an apology. His sharp certainty worn blunt by watching his economic theories collide with reality. Free market theories meant to protect individual liberty have become the means to destroy it. “The Road
There’s a faint drizzle falling on a grey day. Opposite the art gallery is a park. Verdant grass, proud trees, clumps of flowers in well-cared-for beds. There are deep basalt steps leading to a paved bluestone terrace and a large granite pedestal upon which sits a statue commemorating King