In an age of industrialization even humans are turned into machines, cogs in a wheel, only affecting one aspect of a finished product that strives to be uniform.
As humans do we not owe it to ourselves to express our thoughts? Perhaps it's the same thought: I love..., I want to attain..., I was...
Is it perverse to fully see through a product from beginning to end? To take to make and then to place it on your palm?
Walk with me, see with me, wish with me...
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday
It is Monday and I am happy. Not just from my weekend haul. You will hear why soon.
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