Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)



But I’m here by the road,
Bound to the load
That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars.
Alone with the rush of the drivers who won’t pick me up,
The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars.
— Grateful Dead, Black-Throated Wind

Don’t say anything unless you’re fairly sure of it. If you’re not omniscient, you just don’t end up saying much. — Paul Graham on Robert Morris, Heroes

Borg-like Structures