A brief flirtation with unreality
1 min readAug 10, 2016
There is no D. Trump, capital in all of its forms is evenly distributed, there are no identity politics, all tamales are as good as Doña Mari’s tamales (ie not disappointing), all writers are as good as Alice Dreger (ie poised to change the world), and human beings come together by the thousands to cover the Foo Fighters and beg for a concert. This last part, because everything else is already right with the world.
