ONE AUTUMN DAY
Waking up in the morning, stiff and groggy. Stayed up late in Europe watching football in America. The sun and blue, blue sky leak through my blinds. The everyday chores of an everyday life begin. More computers are installed. More screens. More programs.
I remember the woods. The silent woods of my youth. Where nothing happened. Where dew dripped from the branch above my head, slowly, like chinese water torture.
Outside my window a pneumatic drill breaks up the pavement. The city is living, breathing and growing. Faster than the forest. And the clouds contain the data that runs our lives.
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