I was expecting Speculation to go viral. What, with Iggy Azalea and a decidedly xenophobic ruling class and cultural appropriation and growing sense of dread, and all. Not to mention the dumbing down and growing coarseness of popular culture.

The deadly preknowledge* that we’ve been through this before and the knowing it doesn’t change.

Is it too dim? It’s supposed to be a recreated ancient message tattered on its journey across time, a CRT on its last legs, a recovered Nostradamus that turns out to have been binary code rendered analog by the artist’s pen.

I was at least expecting a like. A I-see-what-you-did-there, a we recognize you as an ally.

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Franklyn Monk

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