| the world is all around and i have gone, vanished. all that is left are my tools, the only part of me that is real. my tools make sense of the inhumanity in life and provide a comforting nothingness to my being. i tap, tap, tap and my hammer builds. i squeeze, squeeze, squeeze and my riveter connects. i click, click, click and my computer creates. breathing is unnecessary. i am unnecessary. my tools are more of me than i could ever be for myself. space is no longer something i build in. it is space i build with. brave and bold, the me-tool is cradled in an embryonic fluid of synthesis. i am born unto a new frontier of space, tool, and interface. thought is action. i console the tools and interface fragments of past worlds into oblivion. |
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