Alissa Quart, 18 June 2014
Our serrated landscape so full of digits: dial, keloid, data, roseate.
If trees are still ‘in’ we can thumb through not click-through.
Books are so over though. All those chyrons for The End. Tomorrow’s
programming is surely lethal. We are hanging on by a high thread count, glass
stemware of the old regime. A room of Vrooms. Let’s hope we’re perennial.