Wednesday, September 18, 2013


My works won't be worn away by the sands of time, with faint echoes of greatness that the sleuth can uncover, ponder, and imagine. They'll be buried under a billion bits of information worker detrius - the daily shedding of dead data inside the corporate organism.

Having fun along the way can never be taken away and is binarily different from a daily loathing; meanwhile, while the analog gap between making an impact and just pushing the paper fades to zero as time progresses.

What lasts longer; that at one point my works had an impact, but have since disappeared, or that I enjoyed the ride?

Who said TV couldn't teach you anything?

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Wednesday, September 18, 2013