This poem compares technology to barns and homes, with technology being described as dark, idle spaces that things are sent down into, becoming uniform and consistent. It warns that while technology tries to be more, it will always remain small and limited like an interior.
This poem compares technology to barns and homes, with technology being described as dark, idle spaces that things are sent down into, becoming uniform and consistent. It warns that while technology tries to be more, it will always remain small and limited like an interior.
This poem compares technology to barns and homes, with technology being described as dark, idle spaces that things are sent down into, becoming uniform and consistent. It warns that while technology tries to be more, it will always remain small and limited like an interior.
Above all others is the barn. Down, down, down into the darkness of the barn, Gently it goes - the idle, the new, the fresh.
All that is differentiated is not residential,
residential, by all account is uniform. Down, down, down into the darkness of the residential, Gently it goes - the homogeneous, the unvarying, the consistent.
An interior, however hard it tries,
Will always be little. Never forget the dwarfish and petty interior.