Posthuman Blues

Sweltering weather; the air is laden with smoke from impending pyrotechnics. I'm over half-done with Rucker's "Spaceland."

I just saw a bloom of fireworks in the distance (either that or a most convincing hallucination, like the metallic bubbles I sometimes see when I'm exhausted and don't consciously realize it). I, for one, am not especially in the mood to celebrate the U.S.'s so-called "freedom." America is in a state of decline that cannot be remedied by a mere change of administration -- which won't happen anyway.

It's getting darker by the moment.