i was all gearing up to endorse a ban on high-capacity magazines. but this, from the back cover of the march 25 new yorker, though it shows that magazines should indeed be banned, also demonstrates that you can never have enough bullets; it is not clear what would count as an adequate number of bullet holes in this person, his outfit, his luggage, or his yacht. i'd be looking to achieve nothing but hole, so to speak: where this was, there should be no being. the region should be replaced by an absence of region, and then that nothingness itself should be annihilated, expunging these items and any images to which they gave rise retroactively, so that it becomes the case now that they never existed at all. this will require developing the next generation of firearms.
