The key to survival will lay in female hands.

Strangeness is everywhere, but strangers are only where we define them.

What is the problem with solutions? Blind or deaf? Which faith? What knowledge? Duchamp or Warhol? East or west?

it seemed like we’d just been in some horrible dream

“This text was written at the end of 1962, after my return from Algeria. For me the text is the matrix for Tombeau pour cinq cent mille soldats.” P.G.

Where do you go when you disappear?

However convincingly space agencies justify the enormous budgets, there’s one gratuitous expense: training astronauts for free fall.

We rehearsed the crowd scenes in the Winter Palace, in the Throne Room and the Armorial Hall.

Philosophy is found wanting. It is considered anachronistic, some say dead. The tradition is in ruins.

The programs “sense” how the clients function, but not because AI is becoming more human—rather because clients now function as generically as programs.