Communication begins in the struggle to learn and to describe.
If we’re lucky, we become scrapbook reflections somehow greater than ourselves, but time is one-way glass, so we want memories like blessings: close our eyes and watch them pass.
What we need is to make a difference in material-semiotic apparatuses, to diffract the rays of technoscience so that we get more promising interference patterns on the recording films of our lives and bodies.
Donna Haraway, Modest_Witness@Second_Millennium.FemaleMan_Meets_OncoMouse, 16
Have you ever had one of those moments when you know that you are being visited by your own future? They come so rarely and with so little fanfare, those moments. They're not particularly photogenic, there's no breach in the clouds to reveal the shining city on a hill. No folk-dancing children outside your bus, no production values to speak of -- just a glimpse of such quotidian, incontrovertible truth that after the initial shock at the supreme weirdness of it all, a kind of calm sets in. So this is to be my life.