The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.
The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.
“Invisible technologies rule our lives, transmitting their data-loads at the speed of an electron. Vast cash balances move around the world’s banking systems, bounced off satellites we never see, but whose electromagnetic footprints bestride continents and form our real weather.”
J. G. Ballard | “Impressions of Speed”