Giving myself up
to fate, I feel networked
communications bring different people simultaneously in collective
thinking by making them all enter in the same suspended field of
networked activities.The time-frame of this suspension is different
time-frame of the private mind's thought. It is extended time, hence
leaving me like steam rising from a fresh corpse.
to find a way home from the other side of the river,
i look for a bridge to cross. When i finally come
upon one, it's entrance ramp is very steep. High overhead,
the bridge bends and comes to an abrupt end. From below,
I watch hapless cars struggling up the grade, only to
fall off a little further on.
is nothing to lose, Brain drops its tarnished shield,
and with its sword of intellegence flashing, rushes forth onto a nonsensical
field while cleaving a murderous wind.
doesn't advance from pride, but submits to a grand hormonic gesture.