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electronic superhighway this chest of drawers is made of wood - laminate, perhaps, but its brass handles have inherited a patina: whose hands have caressed them over the years, what secrets have they dutifully kept - the locks mere decoration now but they must have worked at some point - why are musings like this only artificed by attempting to write down something beautiful on paper
electronic superhighway the ticking of the clock - another faux-old thing i picked up in a thrift store - is always masked by the sounds of these speakers: was it a curse to invent such efficient universal machine - was turing prometheus or icarus
electronic superhighway maybe we weren’t meant to touch universals, the world of ideas is the realm of gods - this highway is more real than the one my family travelled to on lebaran to see my grandmother - were we cursed with noumena, did we finally become gods
electronic superhighway this is an accident waiting to happen, or perhaps it has already happened - if time simply another parameter in this regression - are we not happy with godhood, or at least entertained?