Status Updates From L'Autre côté du rêve

Making up scenarios in my head to embarrass Haber like I’m boiling a potion. If I ever met Michael Haber in person, I’d bark in his face. Maybe spill his bourbon on his pants. I bet he’d think he could out talk me, and I’d out talk him.

Some might call that a genocide. Me. I’m some.

“He thought, I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.” The Portland of this time is just the smallest escalation of the same logic of industrial development. Simply turning his thoughts away to breaching of his civil rights is all he can do.