4.0 is different. Seven days is not seven days. It’s the endless months, weeks, days, hours and minutes of 2.0. Remember? We don’t want to remember. […]
I’m famished. Up ahead, I see the promise of neon lights. Closer, I read a sign that blinks: SHIT-SANDWICH SHOP. Ooooh, I haven’t had a shit-sandwich […]
I am expecting a shiny, silver E-Class Mercedes Benz, or a glistening, black Audi S5. Something with prestige, something that says: “I have arrived”. Instead, he […]