“The point was back where living developmental momentum hit the solid wall of conversion to product, projection, and profit. Back there where we left the bodies of our dreams, crushed between the prices and the glitter, lying dead there in the abominable futurity we remain determined to accomplish at every cost. The point was back there before things degraded into permanently toxic dualities, with all the habitability of a body bag delivered to every human child at birth. Back there before the machine became the empty god that replaced something so amazing that if anyone remembered it even for a moment it would set the planet ablaze in conflict. Because the walking dead are so certain of their righteous correctness of their organizing narrative and prominent technology that they will follow them right into apocalypses even their religious maniacs could not dream up.” — an anonymous informant