Don't go digital People of the world. Digital is a venus fly trap An angler fish The gossamer silk of the black widow. Why would you want to discard Paper and ink and vinyl Or even flesh and blood For pixelated promises of a better tomorrow. They tempt you with comfort, with ease-of-use With the … Continue reading Don’t Go Digital
We now sing the polyphonic song of life in two-tone binary. Off and on. White and black. One and zero. We ape the machine; twenty first century man seeks to emulate it, to become it. Humanity is being asphyxiated by the terametres of category five cable that repeatedly circumnavigates the globe, until the only colour visible from space will soon be the grey of plastic sheathing.
revolution from my bed 