But no matter how we try to wriggle into some virgin corner of the world free from screens or cameras or phones, unsullied by flashing ads or surveillance, devoid of jubilant ballads or beeping devices, we fail. We’re all plugged into a shiny, down-home, buoyant, authentic-seeming global simulacrum, one that not only doesn’t belong to us, but bleeds us of our sanity, our money, and our privacy and sells them off to the highest bidder. Not surprisingly, the commercialized fantasy of American life has only rendered us more ravenous and impossible to satisfy. The illusory corporate grid of
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