The sky was colour of television tuned to a dead channel.
W. Gibson, Neuromancer 1985
Our work is never done.
In ancient times, people invented gods – more powerful versions of themselves – hidden in the sky, hurling thunderbolts from the tops of mountains. Today, we pretend that we are the gods, masters of life and death on Terra, our planet.
The time when you are still a little monkey with big muscles and a strange voice.
I’m singing karaoke with pencil and paper.
Profit wins over prophet.
Full bloom to full doom
Pearls in the mud.
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