The Bodega at the End of the Internet
Sir, this is a Wendy’s.
The Bodega at the End of the Internet
Sir, this is a Wendy’s.
Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.
Once we donned our uniforms, we were all equals regardless of gender, age, or nationality—all simply store workers.
The online world was meant to be an open system but has become dominated by huge corporations. If we are to revive it, that must end
“But sir,” Jonas suggested, “since you have so much power —” The man corrected him. “Honor,” he said firmly. “I have great honor. So will you. But you will find that that is not the same as power.
Pessimism drifts in the air like a virulent pathogen, infecting multitudes.
"Hold on," she said, or words to this effect. "Are you still under the illusion that you'll one day reach a point in your life where you no longer have any problems?"
All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways.
“One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.”
Man was born to turn the world into a paradise, but tragically he was born flawed. And so his paradise has always been spoiled by stupidity, greed, destructiveness, and shortsightedness.”