In a world of gothic people, fallen trees, wheel chairs, hair cuts, and the internet, we as beingz seem to be assimilating more and more toward the rise of the machine. Machines that will do anything that we want them to do. Blog for us and do our laundry. Maybe they become self aware and turn their backs on us? We are in the future! I'm typing with two hands. I'm in Fort Bragg, I have a Super Bowl to watch and a Plumbing School session to attend next week. I wish I had more endearing thoughts to provoke and share but the simple truth is that we are all fucked!
"Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The terminator wouldn't stop, it would never leave him. It would never hurt him or shout at him or get drunk and hit him or say it was too busy to spend time with him. And it would die to protect him. Of all the would-be fathers that came over the years, this thing, this machine, was the only thing that measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice." - Sara Connor
(black and white photos by Kyle Burns)
2 comments:
fort bragg huh.
at the bottom of your new post it says labels
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