Robinson wants abstract "philosophical concepts" to "deal an equally devastating blow" in the concrete (class) struggle.
Throughout, Mesle asks questions I have lost sleep over and ones I did not think to wonder about. Because of how good and important these questions are, I was frustrated at times by a lack of clear answers or even actionable options to consider. In fairness, there often are not any.
Staging a Civil War battle in a field five minutes from a Long John Silver's might seem farcical, but it forges a temporal disjunction, a glitch.
This flashing back and forth from lived experience to its abstracted digital shape is one of the characteristic rhythms of contemporary consciousness.
The best work occurred when engineers and artists were allowed to pursue their specialties rather than work poorly in between them.
Life's white machine has been replaced by one in technicolor.
And yet the title suggests she is doxxing herself, just not "like that."
The effort is longstanding, and we toil together.
Their emotional lives are snow globes, these women, perpetually watching the dust settle.
But what they do demand, as Hero does of Ivy, is "someplace where every time we turn around we don't see that damn machine staring at us."