Startup carcass in alley this morning. Tire tread on burst bubble. This Valley is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The prediction markets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the techbros will drown. The accumulated filth of all their microdosing and Soylent will foam up about their waists and all the accelerationists and effective altruists will look up and shout “Save us!”

And I’ll whisper, maybe later.