Maybe this is our doodad moment, our whispery whatevers. Everything is covered in charms. Writ with runes. Noodly bits. Our arms littered with the christmas lights of stick and poke tattoo. NASCAR vests of the nonobjective. Stickers on College macbooks. Crazy people bumpers. An outward flush of signs. He's got a case of the semiotics. He's got a pox of the interpretability.
