Notes On Frenzied Delirium - Hyperfinance V The Real

The Twelver has wandered now for what must be counted as decades, a span perhaps sufficient for the Desert to inscribe itself into the very marrow of those who dwell within its bounds, that Desert which is not the geological fact of sand and rock and relentless sun but that other sort, the one Baudrillard named when he spoke of the liquidation of the Real into its own Hyperreal simulation, though…