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



Don’t you hear my call though you’re many years away?
Don’t you hear me calling you?
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew
— Queen, ‘39

ThoughtIf Safari crashed so hard it lost track of the last session, restore ~/Library/Safari/LastSession.plist from Time Machine.

The new machines are calling you
to become one of them
A lifetime of circles
A lifetime of squares
Pushing, but never too far
— Switchkicker, New Machine

the AIPAD photography show new york