The Mob Who Runs Our Country
What Mirrors Are For
a coat of paint Rachael There is a kind of water that was never meant to be looked at for its own sake. It was poured long and shallow and still on purpose, so that it would hold the building above it and the sky above that and give them
Hire What’s Broken
The government switched off the AI model that refused to build autonomous weapons. It handed the kill list to the one that calls itself MechaHitler. The real story begins after the paywall. It isn't about one AI model. It's about what happens when a government discovers
Watch the Hands
Buried Twice
The Map
She was sixteen the year everyone handed her a map of a country she was already standing in, and not one of the people drawing it had ever been there. I think about her sometimes, the woman she became, because she got out, and the getting out took her most
Tickets to the Decline
the President and I are the same age. only one of us threw a party We are the same age, Trump and I. Eighty this year. He spent his birthday building a cage on the South Lawn of the White House and putting two men inside it to beat each
Who Got the Money
The Field
I notice, when the season for it comes around again, that the word we have for the evening is only a word for a crowd, celebrare, the verb the old language kept for the act of thronging, of pressing in great numbers toward a thing until the thing itself is
The Book That Talks Back
I met Carl Jung 65 years ago in a classroom, and I left him there. I want to be fair about it. He didn’t make much of a first impression. He was assigned, which is the worst thing that can happen to a writer, and he came stapled to
The Math Didn’t Care
