Thoughts On MODO 2.0
When some alien race, say thirty or forty thousand years down the road, happens upon the charred cinder in space that used to be Earth – I think they might find an epitaph that tells a similar tale. A nearly blank tombstone standing in the middle of what used to be New York, or Mexico City, or Delhi. Just one line engraved in an otherwise featureless marble column. “Just an upgrade.”
My house is a shambles. It isn’t a home invasion or a poltergeist visiting this state of cacophonic disorder on me – nothing so sinister. It’s…
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