hope
what of this future | our responsibility | and the lack of it | see hope slip through our fingers like straws in the wind never again to be clutched
perform | angst
... so the mechanism and the machine | with its hulking and ghostly grey pillars | of efficiency and extraction and exploitation | can continue its relentless grind forward
so fi twelve
Edition #12 of So Fi Zine is out now. Well it was out ages ago actually - December last year - but I am not the most regular poster of information. This issue features 22 new creative works of sociological fiction, poetry
shoot
Show me what - and how - you think without using language. When you are not constrained by its abstraction and reduction. Let me see what you see. That concrete reality for which there are no words.
jacked in
the ancient biological sphere of all human thought and experience / encircling the earth / wrangled / rounded up / digitised then disconnected / from its source / consciousness concentrated / and collected / confiscated by clouds
blah
My daughter scribbles on my lecture notes. Which lie scattered around the house. This was her latest. She has a point. And any academic lamenting poor attendance and engagement in their lectures should consider it one of the biggest reasons