the bbc
hey, where ya headed? where’re ya headed? hey, comet-hopping robot, clear-headed? not-wrong-headed? you’ll take us along? for a ride? right? if we promise to wear the dominatrix-coloured shirt? and armed by tattoos? surely you would never? ever leave us behind? our black convertible limousine assassinations and our isis beheadings not with standing? but kneeling? victims, well-behaved on valium and valour? our much-vaunted compassion? love of music? surely you would want to bring along the potential of another j.s.bach as you cross the universe? or are we talking too much? we can shut up? you will take us with you? won’t you? surely you will
Or is it all there, and more? you, heading out that door with all human knowledge and cultural artifacts, records, documentation, books, poems, cartoons and comics, discussions, debates political and hypothetical, accounts receivable...