Peeeee. ESSSSS.
One week on, my iPhone still makes me giddy. Even when I’m wiping fingerprints off of it.
I will never turn my back on you, iPhone.
(Which is always.)
One week on, my iPhone still makes me giddy. Even when I’m wiping fingerprints off of it.
I will never turn my back on you, iPhone.
(Which is always.)
“In the future, so they write, the cars will be made of light and magnets and there will be no traffic, only hope and amazement and peacefulness. Eventually, our planet will explode, and things will have to change. And maybe for the better, the second time around.
When things begin again, we will live pleasantly with our mothers, in cabins on the moon, by empty seas under black, airless skies. To get from place to place, we will only have to run and jump, gliding gently over craters, swimming stylishly through the great emptiness.”
Understanding Traffic: An Expert Account, pp. 20-21
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