We are dying from civilisation and its discontents; we have invented the machine and can no longer live without it. We cannot even imagine life without machines. Yet machines have enslaved us. They determine our movements and our thoughts.
life stares mutely back at us, immense and indifferent, having abled us with opposable thumbs and handicapped us with a consciousness capable of self-reference that renders us dissatisfied with the banality of mere survival.
2mo ago
Underscored — save the words that stop you in your tracks.
