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Regimen

Regimen


Posted on Dec 11, 2019

The headlines are now so common that they’ve become banal, seeping into every aspect of our lives: from the office, where we’re told: “Wearable technology started by tracking your steps. Soon, it may allow your boss to track your performance”;  To the warehouse: “If Workers Slack Off, the Wristband Will Know”; and finally back onto the streets: “Detroit is quietly using Facial Recognition to Make Arrests.”  We are measured and tracked...

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Class Combat

Class Combat


Posted on Aug 4, 2017

Imperium The empire had fallen long before it collapsed. Corrupt elites ruled from a distance. Industry fragmented in slow motion, plundered by the rich and slowly pieced apart by foreign competition. For common people, the possibility of any sort of stable life slowly faded. The future itself seemed to recede into an impenetrable darkness, thick with the sound of some as-yet-unseen chaos slouching toward the present. The gap between...

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Hellworld

Hellworld


Posted on Oct 30, 2016

Somewhere in the wooded foothills of the North Cascades, a bunch of communists gathered to summon the dead. I was one of them but didn’t really know what was going on. I’d just been up on the deck by the kitchen, looking out over the meadow, smoking weed and talking about how and why we all love Kanye when a witch or two (friends of ours) passed by and instructed everyone to make our way down the gravel road to the barn. From there,...

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Auto Body

Auto Body


Posted on Aug 31, 2016

A new banner has been strung across the brick wall of an old building at the southeast edge of Tacoma’s hilltop district. It shows the back of a woman on a stationary rower, her muscles flexed at the end of her stroke. Next to this is a ghost sign, painted sometime last century across the brick wall in difficult-to-remove lead paint: “Auto Clearing House,” it says, presumably indicating a long-lost autoparts shop from the era before...

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Home

Home


Posted on Feb 3, 2016

A tiny band of acne-cheeked guerrillas marches single file behind an abandoned high school. Making sure to give wide berth to a big house with a motion-sensing security light, they trace their way across a little footbridge pitched over a waterway known as “the shit creek” on their way to wreak havoc on the other side of town. Everyone is dressed in their darkest weather-appropriate clothes. One has a t-shirt wrapped...

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