Like a restless cybernetic id (but what id is not restless, or cybernetic?), spam is alternately obscene (“take her to a new level of excitement by stuffing her with more inches”) and plaintive (a recent series of subject lines: “Where are you, I’m frozen!”, “Can’t find you, darling”, “Won’t you answer the call?”, “Why did you leave me?” - I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m still here - I was always here, here only for you…). It whispers of wealth, status and sex appeal; it offers entry to exclusive casinos, affordable medication for what ails you, stimulating conversation with hot young women who yearn only for the pleasure of your company. Want money, drugs, a cock like a girder? Spam knows you, better even than Amazon’s “recommendations based on your browsing history”: spam knew you even in your mother’s womb, and will follow you to your grave peddling cheap pills for your complaints…