... uh, these people behind me... (gestures vaguely to the side)... by which I am essentially referring to myself, and one other person... or maybe his friends when he's on vacation, or his nephew if he's out golfing with me... [muted commotion - "upside down!"... "sorry, wrong slide" ... "it was a shame about the weather!" - suppressed laughter from the gallery] ... will be running the country of Venezuela...

Moving parts

The vast range of failure modes of the machine, the limitless permutations of oblivion, seem to mirror the endless variety of uninhabited and uninhabitable worlds studding the cosmos...

you're a dot

within a dot

within another dot

with nothing but dots

for your i's

Cut rate snazzz bins 99 $cents on the dollar... Digital jesus infrastructure got yer poodles in a twist... innersense moan from Dracula's appendages...  wonder what brand of white light we'll find today