okay okay no blood for oil and i miss my bike a LOT..
but when you drive in a city you are as burroughs said participating in a secret conversation, the landscape talking at you in a second language beyond english words- everything in the city is telling you something and giving you a common point of reference to your fellow prisoners in these cages of iron and oil. the gigantic cellular automaton that is the traffic grid is one of life's easiest object lessons of the irreducibility of all of the great problems of the universe.. you can't...
The building in which I live, being a former factory or warehouse or something, often feels more like a fallout shelter than an apartment with its lack of balconies and less than adequate number of windows or other means of...