"There are definitely times when I witness the baroque excesses of the Bay Area in 2013 — the artisanal rye whiskeys, the pork-belly-and-rabbit beer garden sausages, the every-day-a-new-revolutionary-app — and it all feels like the blind, unconscious decadence of a great empire just before its final descent into madness and irrevocable decline.
And then I take a breath and wonder if it is still all just getting started."















