A Post In the Machine.

Everything we know we learned from television. And maybe reading. The Notes Column.

Greetings from an undisclosed location I’m probably going to call A Ghost Town or A Town Called Malice or Something Cryptic under future Instagram posts, clever kid that I am, even though I kinda hate Instagram. What matters is that I’m here because some stuff blew up and out in my Oakland place and took the wifi with it — on a Sunday, for fuck’s sake —…