I returned to Deep Ellum for the first time in a long time today.

I’m collecting footage for the video element of my audiobook and that required a trip back to Deep Ellum to try and capture some of the places and feel of the setting of the book. I bitch and moan that nothing ever goes my way but I was gifted a timely thunderstorm that perfectly matches the landscape in my mind’s eye. I got some really pleasing footage. Deep Ellum is lit up like a neon hooker and if you throw water all over her, she really shines. I don’t know what it is but the sight of the clouds devouring the top half of all of the skyscrapers across the Goode-Latimer divide still gets me high the same way it did when I originally conceived (or began to conceive of) the idea of the book. Originally, it was a gullywasher from the west that I watched while high on mushrooms in my little hovel at the whorehouse on Walton. The place is still there, altered, but the same. Who knows if Karen is still the manager? Who knows if Karen is still Compos Mentis? I didn’t hear any dachshunds so that may not bode well for her. It’s all the same but changed for the time. The rain looks the same. The secret places still hold their mysteries. I wouldn’t say it’s a place that welcomes me but I can make my way there. Maybe she will appreciate the book someday. Maybe she will recognize the same cracks on her that I do.

Oh, and I saw Ric Flair on Main Street. Woo!

How the hell did Trump squander all of the good will from being a head-turn away from assassination?

This guy came a literal hair’s breadth away from getting one side of his face blown off in front of a huge American flag on camera after an objectively ridiculous comedy of errors on the part of the Secret Service and now Kamala Harris has deflated all of that with an appearance by Megan Thee Stallion. While I admit that Gaza is a parking lot no matter which one of them wins, I do admit that I’m stoked about whatever economic recovery Trump would bring and I’m 100% dubious about what Harris’ potential economic policy might turn out to be as soon as they announce it, I really don’t care which of these boobs haunts the Oval Office. It’s a cult of personality either way: MAGA vs. the first black woman presidential candidate.

Outside of momentary boredom, I never regret not being on social media.

Everything the Internet touches ultimately turns to shit. At first it seemed like the answer to years of information puddling and speculative science fiction. It was relatively cheap communication with every corner of the world. It was the democratization of knowledge. You could see anything. You could hear anything. You could buy anything. Then, came social media and you could connect with anyone. And this was great unless you were in the high school reunion industry.

But somewhere that turned sour. I guess it was Facebook. MySpace was a little too raw, a little too unformed, it pretty innocent in retrospect despite the fact that it was turned to nefarious purposes off and on over the course of its existence. But Facebook was not like that. You couldn’t really personalize it outside of curating your list of friends. But the relatively clinical feel of the layout seemed to make the experience more logical, disguised as more enjoyable.

So, you take a couple of years and listen to your cousins and high school friends tell all of their worst opinions and worst hopes for the future and you start to realize that not all reunions are worth pursuing. The teams start to shake up and everyone starts migrating to one wall of the gym or the other. Now we’re all lined up with the people that think like us. I think that’s when I realized I was a rat in someone else’s lab. You can sense the stink even if you can’t identify the turd. And even when you find the turd, not everyone wants to admit it’s on their shoes as well.

That’s about when I checked out of Facebook and headed out for new territory, a land called Reddit. It wasn’t anything like Facebook. It required very little personal information as part of my profile. As far as I dug in, I was little more than a unique user name and my post history. But even then, the funneling phenomenon was there. It always felt like my thoughts were being directed into a narrower and narrower range of bandwidth. And it felt like the most toxic users (read: most active) rose to the top of any subreddit.

And then somewhere along the way, the bots came in and they are the most active users of all. They had been there in some form or other since MySpace but a decade in computer technology is like a century of industrial invention. The bots aren’t human, they are hyper-human with one or two opinions and one mission—propagate a train of thought. I didn’t know this why I left but this is what was going on when I got off of Reddit. Even when I dip a toe back in to something like r/PublicFreakout or r/AITA for a day, I can immediately see the effects of non-human users. The videos posted hundreds of times in hundreds of subreddits direct political thought, cultural thought, the general shitty mood of the country and the world.