Questions before starting the day..
What’s this, a budge in the kabuki? Just when we thought spying was so 80’s like Spies Like Us, Duran Duran, but must plaid return for the “static, obedient, politically benumbed?” We’ve invented nothing, not even the desire to tell one’s own culture to fuck off. Are we de facto Boheme who lost the year and name of the ship that dropped us off? Are the choices really to make some money or more money? Like my cat’s favorite gameshow, What’s In the Box? Where’s today’s Augustus John?