That means if you click and make a purchase, I may earn a small commission. And who do you think pays the salaries of these so-called journalists reporting all this fake news? Just watch: in a few months, Big Pharma will be selling the vaccine.This post may include affiliate links. It always comes back to money, right? The medical-industrial complex. Now just ask yourself, they say, who stands to benefit from all this. If you look closely, you can tell that some of those houses repeat. All that footage is probably just streaming out of some editing room in the valley. Don't those houses look a little too quaint?ĭon't be naïve, say others-they don't need a set. The whole damn place is probably just a set on some back lot in Culver City. Has anyone ever heard of this place? And look it up: there's no such saint as Santa Lora.

Maybe, a few begin to say, Santa Lora is not even a real town. And the supposedly sick? Come on, how hard is it to pretend you're asleep? Those could be crisis actors paid to play their parts. And those people you see on TV? Those could be hired victims. Isn't Santa Lora the perfect location for a hoax? An isolated town, surrounded by forest, only one road in and one road out. Or maybe there's no sickness at all-that's what some have begun posting online. They might be spreading this thing on purpose, testing out a biological weapon. Think about it, they say: Do you really believe that a completely new virus could show up in the most powerful country on earth without scientists knowing exactly what it is? They probably engineered it themselves. Some kind of germ must have gotten loose from a lab at the college. “By now, certain alternate theories are beginning to circulate online. And so much of this life will remain always beyond her understanding, as obscure as the landscapes of someone else’s dreams.” And her heart-now thrumming strong and steady, against her father’s chest, as he rocks her to sleep on a porch swing one evening in early summer, at the very start of a life-that heart: it will beat, and it will someday cease to beat. There will be days of spectacular beauty, sublime and unearned. She will sometimes be lonely and sometimes less so. She will suffer, and she will cause suffering.

And so, maybe, in a way, Ben can see what’s coming: His girl will love and be loved. How can he send his daughter out into a world like that? But even an infant’s brain can predict the rough path of a falling object in flight. “The more time that passes, what begins to seem uncanny to Ben is the fact that all the days ahead are such a darkness, that all of us move through our hours as if blindfolded, never knowing what will happen next.

The dreamers karen thompson walker