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A frisson of euphoria and disgust

what it must be like to stand on this promontory of years, looking out. Promontory or proscenium, maybe: it is a subset of course of the dramatic monologue

The way the chronophagic machine fights for our attention recalls what Eastern Christianity used to call the demon of acedia

the clickbait kind of truth, the kind that says ‘This One Weird Thing about the World Trade Center will Shock You’. It is also a kind of theodicy, an attempt to expose a ‘hidden truth’ that explains evil and suffering

The argument about ‘fake news’ is thus further limned by a folk history of intellectual decline