What we call reality is really just a rundown motel in the middle of a desert wasteland. Love it or hate it, we seem to be stuck in it, at least for the moment. We don’t know where we’re going or where we’ve been, we just woke up here and started trying to fit in because it’s the simplest solution to a scary problem. This is no time for wave-making or boat-rocking; when you don’t know what’s going on it’s best to just go along to get along, blend in and go with the flow.

This is the Mayan Palace Motel where we enjoy the mirage of false narrative and artificial context, and where the sign says Life has meaning, what you do matters, and you’re never going to die. Free HBO. In truth, of course, life has no meaning, nothing you do matters and you are going to die, but the Mayan Palace is a magic sanctuary where truth has no dominion and pets stay free.