In the name of Err the most merciful
I hope you can see this, because I’m doing it as hard as I can.
Some days, it’s safe to believe that the Spectacle is just some abstraction a bunch of dead French guys couldn’t stop yammering about. Other days, it’s hard to accept that they weren’t writing straight journalism – and that more competently than anyone at Reuters or the BBC.
Welcome (back) to the desert of the real.