What will the future bring....
except a death that's certain?

facing the inevitable explosion of swirling information who am I to trust but a human being. Circuits homemade, the flow of data unpredictable like the absence of any absolute at all.

loading, streaming, logging, signing, clicking, casting....

we become the derivatives of our own imagination, shivering with ecstasy at the prospect of perfection. not recognizing the gizmo on our back. eyes blinded to the light of our ancestors' visions. ears sealed from the reverberation of grandfather clocks in an empty room. Hands gloved in virtual sensation. Heart, bladder and sexual organs serving the binary system.

What will the future bring...
except an unfinished revelation

Neurons enveloped deeply in enigmatic structures of sonic interpretation, the drug of the millenium, a four-letter-word: DATA