Category: digital age
Leaving Sullivan Station I follow a man. He’s wearing blue jeans and a black sweatshirt; black hair, swept over his head; a black backpack. I walk a few…
My backyard neighbor is a military research institute. It’s a spacious facility, with many wings and layers. There are a few big satellite dishes that you can see…
Virtual reality scares me. Trying a headset on, I’m struck by how natural it feels, how convincingly real. People look like people; places look like places; things work…