Leaving for Paris in the morning. I'll try to post pictures along the way. I'm mostly interested in watching the people. I get the feeling that no matter where you go, people just want to do people things. It's like a cat. No matter where you put it, he's just going to sleep all day, lick his butt, and act like he owns the place. Come to think of it, people are just like cats. But with less sleeping and more acting like we own places we don't. Probably an equal amount of butt licking. Here's a poem about computers. Notre technologie a déjà surpassé notre capacité de la commander!
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Erase Me
I’ve been troubled for so long,
as to what to do with the present day,
the greed and growth and semiconductors
are out of control
I’m buried hunched at a screen,
a few
quick
finger strokes
I’m going down
It gives me no warmth.
we’ve lost touch.
Inebriated in a web,
tangled fiber and microchips
are in control
Files of garbage, files in files,
The Virus is killing us
The planes are coming down
“We are ready!”
Of course not. The testament to irrationality
lies in our innate logic being given over to rigid
electrical pulses.
It buried me, killed me,
Drone of key strokes
They killed me
no warmth, no touch, no love.
Before it eats me
grows over me
before the imposition of permanent rigidity
or testament to impersonality,
before sunset burns flaming ball red
and gold and glares off cold, staring
eyes with no zeal but for
zealous distance
Before God becomes a structure of
binary
composition
Erase me.
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