Joan Westenberg on Nostr: “2024” enters stage left. He is disheveled, with wild hair and a crumpled shirt. ...

“2024” enters stage left. He is disheveled, with wild hair and a crumpled shirt.

chorus: ‘HEAR YE, BEHOLD THE YEAR THAT COMES, A MAJESTIC CLUSTERFUCK, LOUDER THAN THE GODS, MORE CONFUSING THAN ANY PROPHECY.’

He trips on his toga, spilling scrolls and fast food receipts everywhere.