Playing late afternoon in Zagreb, I noticed how late is my afternoon and how afternoonish is my late name. Across the part of sky on the photo plane crossed and made trail while Zagreb, late afternoon and Tumblr played me into posting this message.
For years now I was passing the bridges at Zidani Most. For years now I was amazed by my retelling of Zidani most being intrusion in reality. In reality it was Zidani most watching me all these years passing troubled water.
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Behind the futuristic promise of a world of fully linked people and objects, when cars, fridges, watches, vacuums ,and dildos are directly connected to each other and to the Internet, there is what is already here: the fact that the most polyvalent of sensors is already in operation: myself. “I” share my geolocation, my mood,… Read more »