It's winter and the world has settled into routine, hangover of our bitterness, waiting for warmer times. We walk like zombies ; climbing into trains, draging our bags, relunctantly.
Some say things used to be different, a long time ago. They say that people weren't alienated, they say that life was work and work was life. They say there was a hacker.
The network was organic, the vector linguistic, the virus normative. It still runs to this day.
One day a rabbit will come to you. You will follow the rabbit. And kill the hacker.
Posted on 14th January 2014