The sunset of this western epoch is at our backs. Can you feel it?

We can disrobe our post-scarcity shrouds and adornments...

We can leave the plateau of establishment; passing the orchards of low-hanging fruit… transcending the mountains of apathy and valleys of despair. We can take solace knowing we’ve reached the shores of tomorrow. A new sun rises.

The waves of hyperreality reflect a vivid and enveloping light—we’ve become one with it; post-organic, pre-techno, and altogether meta.


This is Turbo Mañana.