The tedium is our shared and constant solace
(Your page is not a fine or private place),
My memories are a failure to forget;
I never tire of looking at your face.
McLuhan didn't have this shit in mind
(The finest disinfectant is the sun)
When he said the medium was the message.
(Visitors to my website: 41).
The interface is a distorting lens
(As when you mean confound, you say confess);
My fury is imperfectly conveyed.
We’re all alone - the medium is a mess.
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