Fort McMurray is predictably swallowed by a sprawling inferno.
Cli-fi is the cultural prism through which we monitor and experience ourselves as we bleed our planet dry while trying to become machines.
I got a chatter request from HuffPost Live about the surveillance state — and how none of it so far works or is worth the money.
“My dad’s soundtracks were always psychedelic.”
“Every new band starts out with a blank page and no history.”
Because he is unfairly lost to us now, all we have are mounting media replications to inform and console us.
“I think it guarantees that the people in power in that corporation are listening close to what I’m saying and what their kids are dancing to.”
“I think we can turn this around, but we can’t wait. We need the attention of everyone immediately.”
They were giving an ETA of around 2100 for the worst of global warming. That deadline has now been upgraded to, well, how does tomorrow work for you?