Guardian contributor Alexander Hurst, reflecting on a recent roadtrip with a friend from Washington, DC to New Orleans—in part retracing the path of Alexis de Tocqueville—presents a thoughtful travelogue that encapsulates the aesthetics of sprawl and alienation that informed the MAGA mindset—those without an internal moral compass—long before it came home to roost with the return of Trump. “Like fish in water, I wonder if Americans are even aware how they swim in it,” Hurst writes of the inuring indignities of suburban living—sold as a dream still despite the nightmare monotony, congestion and estrangement of off-ramp after off-ramp leading to “rectangle islands of stuff, surrounded by parking lots leading to other little islands.”
synchronoptica
one year ago: Sagrada Famรญlia (with synchronoptica)
seven years ago: the origins of tempura, email for trees, Google’s Art Palette plus Expo '70
eight years ago: FOIA inspired cocktails plus next generation phreaking
nine years ago: Italy’s answer to absinthe plus the Butcher’s Broom
ten years ago: the Fourth Crusade
