"God's not supposed to be a hack horror writer."
Or, All Hail the End of History! All Hail Capital Ascendant! Hail, Mass Culture! Hail!
Or, How I Learned to Start Worrying and Loathe the Experience Machine
Or, Confessions of a "Content Creator"
Or, Welp, Now What?
If you read this as a mea culpa for/stab at the heart of the debased, zealously corporatized American culture industry during the mid-90s' Pax Romana, with the Lovecraftian elder gods directing Crane's novel roughly…