I was wrong to expect, now, that we would still have a few weeks or months left.
Even our natural history had been swallowed up in the animate : physics itself had become a narrative, the generative storytelling of a shamanic mind metastasizing outward into silent reality, naturalizing all it touched.
The message had become the medium, the code spilled out into the comments, the latent information had burst forth in our dreams, through language, becoming image, made manifest as events out there in the real world.
And the Dreaming fed us back dreams of what came after the Apocalypse, dreams we named and reflected, conjuring up that world.
—- The Dreaming