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but also, I heard: when we loss someone, pieces of us that were unseen to us become irremediably irretrievable

as it turns out, time-travel exists, although I heard it involves slow sludging of the brain, years of old age, to witness those foggy days of yore intervene, merge, patiently, suddenly, into routine, faces, names, sounds, moments, interchangeably new and old, now it is then that

Never mind the tumultuous entanglement of cables hidden at the back. We produce data

The perennial movement (tension) between what is going to pass and what is going to remain, forever straddled between the now and the possibility of the future, natura morte, carpe diem, vanitas/still life. Turn on the radio, switch off the lights.

the expandable tweeting button on the shinny screen doesn't work: a voice and a poem, nevertheless, compelled to be written, expelled from its long amorphous sleep. These lines are a good place to fly.

To be or not to be, that is the existencial, electrical, pulsating question. Zero. One. One. zero. one 0,1, 10, 11, 100,101,110,111

It is alive! this talks to me! art objects among mirroring decoys for our perpetual meaning-making brain,shades of sentience as collateral perceptual effect. The tricky gestalt of the conciousness.

manes, tekel, fares; emocion, tiempo y espacio: la psicogeografia emocional del portal interdimensional de la avenida Canevaro enfrentada a la tabulación taxonomica de Google maps, la brisa de la vis poetica frente al andamio epistemologico de la especificidad.

Can this last? Did I got the message? it was a glimpse of a fragment, an incomplete experience. But the devices that we use every day have that kind of sequence, the same animations of elements, activated now and then in a rather static image, which is the interface itself.