flaubert-army

September 9, 2024

He strained his eyes on the horizon; he lay flat on the ground, and in the throbbing of his arteries thought he heard an army.

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“What I fear for my grandchildren is a benign dystopia of ever-present surveillance cameras watching us for our own good, a situation in which we will acquiesce, all too well aware of our attraction to danger.”

J. G. Ballard

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