Deus intri Machina
Has so much been forgotten? much has been turned up side down side, known side by the way side. and yet. . . Here I am again. Here where salad days friends in cryogen slumber. Contemporaneous; what they thought and felt, They live on, contagion free. I tried to deny it. Ripped it all out, and yet, I could not bring myself to "de-rez" memories I know happened and so . . . Where do I go now? The memories are still here. Did they ever really happen? So unlike the "big lie"? Technology keeps them around going merry go round No longer run away from past thoughts, past realities! now living on as digital where only a new technological archaeology will bring us to life again from the new normal But in between time . . . slipping and sliding, never dying and returning pandemic, revolution, dissolution and contagion all are " enemy mine " taking us away from the " straight street " into a crazed diaspora. a return of things from history. Once carefu
