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?