My obsession with computers (what an infancy they’re in, and how it charms) is a kind of nostalgia for the future. I long to be-half man half-desk.
My obsession with computers (what an infancy they’re in, and how it charms) is a kind of nostalgia for the future. I long to be-half man half-desk.
We think in generalities, but we live in detail.
The man who says he is willing to meet you halfway is usually a poor judge of distance.
New Year Poem Tomorrow in the offices the year on the stamps will be altered; Tomorrow new diaries consulted, new…