The robots are here, we did it, we brought them into our lives. We built them. They’re all around us.
The culture wars, both imagined and real, make for great tension, and that’s the stuff narrative is born from.
The big question from Marx’s perspective is: what kind of human nature are we going to try and create, and how do we do that?
If your main motivation is the sense of outrage at cruelty and injustice — fascism, imperialism, what capitalism does to the vast majority of human beings — then you may not need the stimulation of good news to keep yourself going in what then becomes for you an obligation.
It’s not a parody. It is a literal fucking pencil sharpening manual. It does what it says on the box.
I wanted to put a Palestinian voice in English literature.
I think it’s a love letter to language. Or maybe a “Dear John” letter.
What counts as literature, for me, is what has the capacity to transmit and to be received.
I like the idea of nonfiction that isn’t defined by its aboutness.
It can’t last, that love or romance or the feeling that we have about almost anything. It can’t last; it changes. That’s not a bad thing or a good thing. It just is. That’s what we’re up against.