Aviation is the same as seafaring, it’s the science of getting lost
Italian is a pretty sad case
Greece and Cyprus are all a lie
Let us smash some straight assholes
The isolation module has an air of sadness
Wait a second, because I lose you all the time
It is impossible to separate the software from the human
Many things disappear in the sea
The sirens are taken for wonders
“Who is doing the talking?,” he asks—“At least two voices”
The cat is too clean to want to be human.
Charge the space with your own memory
But is it Heaven or Las Vegas?
Listen carefully for the voices inside the code and the voices inside your mind
Everyday I’m so eager to see that red-haired girl on the monitor
Shame on the worker shame on the slave
The archive protects the software analyst
The map is not the territory
Where do I feel at home?