MEMORY AS THANG....

If they traveled with this they would succumb to the ultimate entrapment. Fetish. The strength and the life of things. The late twentieth century was how the fetish for things propelled whole economies until collapse. Then the phallic entrapment and the soiled earth. Homeostasis was gone. They had all given their respect…and their natural ecstasy, their trance even to the homeostasis of things. Then hard drives. Mutation. Where machines and cities still mutated forms merely looking back in time telling a long lost story? The walk about. Then. There. Telemetric? Measuring the hermit value and empathetic through distance? Or mutual commiseration this was a dead end also. Ecology? Homeostasis? It was the chaos of even the decline of numbers. They, anybody, could be happy without things. There they had the bounty of infinite imagination…he had the bounty of hanging with people who were capable of anything. And then everybody came. The ecology of lucky mutations. Nature needed no help…nature was not the logic of homeostasis. The consciousness attributed to the arrogance that somehow humans were the custodians of nature. Then the mutation of culture…fetish and machines…computers…intelligences. They would always be different that theirs. Nature, humans, and computers existed on different levels.