BULLETIN 2: GOVERNMENT

It all began so pleasantly. We incarnated ourselves, and could do the same tomorrow – a heartbreaking spectacle, unruly, an insolent, sordid parody of our busted decade. Why resist so deluxe and hermetic a plan? As if anyone could have weathered it. But now, now I am in my chapter. Now, and finally, and at last. I have been offered a taste of more than my own, but all I want to know is this: am I the machinery of production? And will our astonishments yet unfold? Amid such uncertainties, one thing is sure: I am not the victim of hallucination. Who ever said we could rise to the same pitch twice?