Left will flip back to Right again, just as easily. And then? This is what will remain: a bigger, more desperate—more exploitable—underclass, and a porked-up police state.
It’s not the ‘unclaimed’ who line the graves of the world’s potter’s fields: known or unknown, named or unnamed, you can be sure there is one thing they share in common—they’re paupers, all.
It is odd that digital images born from a distant satellite should move me so deeply, while this—the sheer loveliness of ordinary faces—leaves me feeling nothing much at all.
