I'm out of NYC.
Moscow is completely alien. Maps don't make sense.
A good feeling.

I'm in Moscow, Russia.


The Empire never ended.

Same city, same disease, a slightly different cover over it.


East meets west, and all the usual trappings of Babylon, plus snow.

There is no snow yet, as this is the warmest summer in 20 years, and tropical birds are starting to move up here.


Dust everywhere, but simply because they have so much land, giant runs of forrests and lakes that go as far as the eye can see.


Provinicality is something you can never get rid of, perhaps because cognitive dissonance demands active participation.


Everyone's so busy they don't have time to breathe.

Getting clavicle implant put in next week.
The metal hoock-plate is made in Poland, of all things.

since you are from the future, make your images like letters home. They will reach it for you.

Мы все, сказал философ, люди из разных времен, и если мы
сумеем рассказать о себе своему времени, значит, жили не зря. Ты, похоже,
человек из будущего, до которого сам не доживешь, - значит, пиши картины как
письма на родину. Они дойдут до будущего вместо тебя.

Hippocrates, 4th century BC:

* When, then, a [clavicle] fracture has recently taken place, the patients attach much importance to it, as supposing the mischief greater than it really is, and the physicians bestow great pains in order that it may be properly bandaged; but in a little time the patients, having no pain, nor finding any impediment to their walking or eating, become negligent; and the physicians finding they cannot make the parts look well, take themselves off, and are not sorry at the neglect of the patient, and in the meantime the callus is quickly formed.

This could be a long story. It shall not. In brief.

Mac and OS X. Using the free-loving BSD roots for their software. Macs Suck. Except the BSD parts. Which is software.
And intel chips. Which macs used to hate till they got raped with the remains of the free market. That mac people hate too.
Mac people hate everyone. They're passive agressive about it, that's all.

Pop an external drive in, get it corrupted. Thank you editor's powerbook. You were so beautiful in your uselessness.

Nothing to save you, nothing at all. And my pretty silver external drive.

TestDisk. Free. As in Freedom. Download. Run on a thinkpad+debian GNU/Linux.

recognized everything. Repaired in one second.

Everything working. Laugh at mac people. Pathetic, but must be done. push the falling. Ridicule the weak.

Strange, how free thinking keeps proving itself superior.
Different logic and vision. Computers. Tools. Not beautiful. Junk. Must work. Must obey. Will be thrown out.
Never treated with love, only the idea behind them, the spirit that lives inside, the ghost in the machine.
My thinkpad is nameless and does not belong to me. Yet what it does for me is unique. Not valuably unique.
but it has a personality. For now. It will die and be replaced.
Human culture tainted by fear of the unknown, believe into the transcendental and forget today.
Computers are just tools. Fuck macs for that reason alone.

http://www.cgsecurity.org/wiki/TestDisk

And TestDisk? Very recommended.

4 years ago, hit by a truck.
Got home.

Stayed in bed some. Shakes.
Every time came to a road, body would stop. Couldn't jaywalk.
Pavlov's conditioned reflexes in action.

Got a bike today. Used, of course. Why buy new.
And enough listening to fear.
You just might die walking the doggie.

Yes, almost clipped by a taxi.

Amazing feeling of flight.

one must always appease the ghosts before a new endeavor, and mine have been set free.
The book is complete.

whether it will see day or not,
between skin there is only light.

manuscripts don't burn, and the Skogsrå ate Galatea.

all the answers
to all the
questions
are outside
now is the time
to get out