Earthly Desires
What have I of such things, this stuff that surrounds me, and by its weight alone drowns me in the mire and murk of modern existence. These letters appear on the screen by some trick of the light, from which it seems, that any such urchin of any such means, could as well produce these lights in as a well formed way, if not immediately, within a quick moment of time. No true labor is expended, no true arch of movement of appendage, but of digits etching digits onto what for all intents and purposes appears to be a page of some mystical origin. This grand presenter, with sound and picture, that holds fast to wall and structure by a fastening of unseen creation, processes light and radio waves, providing a view into what is most easily taken as a society, while outside, beyond the colors and shouts, there lives and breathes another sort of life. It knows this, or so it is known, at least to those that by some distant eye see into the souls of its practitioners, all...