In Perfect Reality we will become post-physical, but until then it sometimes becomes necessary to engage with other humans. A future glimpse of We-B 8.0 shows that our generous existence allows us to interact through the medium of media: our sounds, what moves us. The illest flows supply the death of prose, get all the eloquent hits at Target, “You’re on Target” as I like to bellow whenever I see the Target commercial, which is often because I have them all taped.
You can answer most of your lifeneedz here but there are still questions without answers: why do my tweets so often go unanswered? Why are neo-primitivists sneaking into suburbia to steal theremins? Why is the elbow the most painful place to get hit? I’m in my garage clutching my theremin and praying, hayya’alal falah, let me date Drake on Twitter.
In Cologne for the evening to see Trust and Dan Deacon. This museum is terrible /