They had spent so many months in peace. Without any of the capitalist pigs squealing about the streets to interrupt… Read more Home Is Where the Deranged Are (Or Were, And Will Be Again)
They had spent so many months in peace. Without any of the capitalist pigs squealing about the streets to interrupt… Read more Home Is Where the Deranged Are (Or Were, And Will Be Again)
Of course, surveillance was necessary. How else was the government to track the unremitting number of COVID-19 cases? To get… Read more Survey Says
Going out again felt like rediscovering a new planet. Everywhere you went, there was something about the place that seemed… Read more Dressed in Garb to Administer Tear Gas
They were chirping earlier and earlier. As though out of spite for any being that might deign to sleep in.… Read more Chirpy
The Belgians remained, of course, very serious about their fries. A passion and history for the “dish” that led to… Read more Sex, Fries and Quarantine
Andy Warhol in self-isolation is having the time of his fucking life. Gabbing on the phone as usual, wanking to… Read more Andy Warhol in Self-Isolation
I am a good-for-nothing. All I do is generate content. More of the same, every day. Or so that’s what… Read more All You Do Is Generate Content
Back in the day, a woman’s decrepitude was the only thing that could keep her inside (while men–old, young, fat,… Read more Lazaretto Norma Desmond
It was one of the only years Anna Wintour did not serve as chairwoman of the Met Gala. Maybe her… Read more Lunch With Lilibet
Even though the circumstances that led him back here were technically extraordinary, he still felt like, well, a loser. In… Read more He Always Knew He’d Die in Nowheresville