The touch. The feel of analog. The digital age has me wondering if the distopian trilogy of Huxley, Wells and Bradbury were prophetic analogies or just a literal fast map. In the end ee cummings said it best for me, 'pity this busy monster man unkind not. plays with the bigness of his littleness.'
Happy New Year may your wishes never turn into unwishes after curving through where when.