Grayson (all of America, actually, perhaps even all of Earth) is separated into two halves. One half, the real half, is the north side. That’s where the artists, workers, and minorities live. Honest people. The south side is where all the white people with information jobs live. They are by definition dishonest. The south side is therefore not real; satellite televisions and hybrid, Bluetooth-wired vehicles work in concert to create the simulacra, occupy the space where reality is supposed to be. Inside of here, we are all dying. We don’t even bother to get out. We don’t know. I occupy this space, too. And in the end, it could even be considered a zoo, or some kind of wildlife sanctuary, but for the fact that there is no one watching us, and we’ve built it ourselves.
Patrick Somerville, “Hair University,” The Universe in Miniature in Miniature, from featherproof books.