In which we spend a morning with David Foster Wallace docked in port on deck 12 of the m.v. Nadir, reflecting on the sky, the sea, the transformation of passengers into American bovine tourists, the deep lie of the promise to sate the Insatiable Infant within us, and the juxtaposition of all of that with the levels of American bovine stupidity in the midst of a global pandemic. Comments welcome at anchor.fm/haricuts or at instagram.com/haritellastory.
