A Beautist Manifesto

We were born into a world of technological and capitalistic malaise--a place that still echoed with shouts of work, work, even as the work which older generations accomplished built the intelligent machine that needed no more workers. We were taught to go to college and learn to prepare for a career, but the sandcastle notion of

A Short Story

"Hey, what are you doing?" she said. "You should start a trashy, hipster sludge-metal band called Doom-pster." "But I already invented the genre of post-post," he said. "That would be a bit of a retrogression for me."