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a poem by jacob wren

the internet has rotted my brain

Jacob Wren

. For the past five or six months I haven’t especially liked any of the books I’ve read and, perhaps subconsciously, this has led to a current situation in which I’ve basically stopped reading books. (I'm sure I'll start again soon, but then again not so sure.) Instead I read slop on the...

the hubris that glows

Jacob Wren

. A house of cards. A paper tiger. A palace built on sand. A machine for telling lies that will someday be brought to light. A race to the bottom. A world historical moment. A situation that is entirely volatile. The end of an era. An opening or possibility. A time to be afraid. A time to make...