Two thirds of every day, two thirds of my life, I’ve held apple products. I’ve touched that design more than I’ve touched all humans.
What dull worlds we’ve turned down.
Waking up each day knowing something even better was on the way.
Another pack of film to be exposed.
Modeling languages to speak our dreams. The dreams of us, of waves and the majesty of california light. Shaping colors into notes. Enmeshed and becoming more so.
The title of a book, “How we became post-human” echoes now as: which post-humans we became.