Philip K Dick was born this week in 1928 – December 16th, to be precise – and died in 1982. I’m fairly comfortable proposing that in fact he did not die, but was memetically reverse-engineered into a viral fiction calling itself “The Empire Never Ended”, then re-inserted into his own lightcone around 1940. If you think that sounds strange, then you’ve obviously never read any of his books, and I suggest that you remedy this as quickly as possible. His official website offers little in the way of enlightenment, but I recommend Robert Crumb’s cartoon of one of the key episodes in his history.
People often ask me why I never took drugs when I was younger. The short answer: reading Philip K Dick is like taking drugs, except the effects never wear off.
