It was on my 13th birthday, the first time I walked through the doors,
Currents find joy in the simple, easing transitions into ‘self’,moaning in the consistency of last night, eveningfloral exchanges and…
We are not doomed.
We may well be determined and we may be defined but we are not definitive and we won’t go on…
Then always the inherent question to self: am I going to be one who says, I would if I could, or am I going to be one who says, I could and…
What, then, if it is true.
What, then, if it is true that we live in this world.
For Samuel Beckett
Content atomizes,meaning atrophies:
In the new Library of Babeluneasy, illiterate attendantsare reduced to collecting data.Data, Big Data, has…