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Reel 703. Something has changed. I am almost certain. I do not think I am imagining this. Not like the last time. Or the times before that. I am certain of it in this reel. There is a spot. A small spot in the center of the frame. I am compelled to watch it in this otherwise sea of white. A pinpoin…

White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. White. Unlike Plato’s Cave, there are not even any shadows in this projection. Nothing from the world of the ideal is being projected onto this wall. Perhaps the lesson is that ideals are illuso…

And those still-sighted who have been moved by this astounding sermon pull out their very eyeballs, which then fall to the floor of the dim cave and roll around. It turns out it is not at all funny in real life, but rather horrifying, tragic, and disgusting. I snap some harrowing photos that, sadly…

“Rosenberg’s cast, consisting entirely of animatronic, remote-controlled Trunks, does more than even a million Rosenbergen could to ease the dangerously escalating tensions in today’s cave. By peeling away the bombast to expose the tender humanity of these robots, Rosenberg allows the viewer to dis…

When I was fourteen, my best friend, physicist Murray Gell-Mann, introduced me to the science fiction of R. Harrington Folt, whose sophisticated and irreverent spin on time travel made Lem look like the drooling imbecile it turns out he was. Folt’s novel Zahlungsaufforderung, which Gell-Mann gave t…