“The sun shone,” Samuel Beckett writes, “having no alternative, on the nothing new.”
On The Wire, there’s a fake serial killer ending the lives of already dead homeless men. It’s hard to explain, we’re deep into season five. But here’s the lesson – the bigger the lie, the more they believe, one detective explains. He wants to make Baltimore great again. This some shameless shit. A black guy said that, forgot which one. Could’ve been another detective, could’ve been a drug dealer. Dickensian.
Iggy Pop has a new album out. Post Pop Depression. Mental illness made danceable.
Two whole days without beer.