Your leaking thatched hut during the restoration of a pre-Enlightenment state.

 

Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").

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dead malls
Detroit
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got that wrong
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   a lot funnier and more hopeful
Tuesday, December 6 2016 [REDACTED]
Weeks ago (but since the election of Donald J. Trump), I'd decided I couldn't read the depressing current events in the New Yorker (though I am back to most of my usual news sites on the internet). So I'd asked Gretchen to recommend a novel. She reveres books (as real booklike objects) and thinks I spend way too much looking at ephemeral screens with ephemeral content, so she was delighted by my sudden interest in the idea of having a physical book. Out of the three options, I went with one called Station Eleven, which I'd been moving through at a very slow rate until tonight in the bathtub, when it suddenly turned into a work of post-apocalyptic fiction. I don't know if post-apocalyptic is quite what I'm craving right now; there was something a lot funnier and more hopeful in the dystopias of Black Mirror.
This evening a light snow was falling, though it seemed unlikely to accumulate. We'd also had a little snow yesterday morning as well.


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