
Macon Holt
Sometimes the understated corporate aesthetics of Denmark make me feel like a character in a Don Delillo novel
The placidly accepted reduction of what is possible in life to a set of sensible decisions as the way to pay the price of welfare financed by globally extracted capital makes things feel disaffected and distant.
And then to be a humanities academic studying the Anthropocene in this place has major “White Noise” vibes
It’s all waves and radiation, waiting for the air-born toxic event.
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