The sun was not yet born. It would have been impossible to distinguish the sea of heaven, except the thousand folds of light waves that made him resemble a crumpled cloth.

Virginia Woolf, 1882–1941

A tribute to Philip K. Dick.

Although many people don’t know, the Tin Woodman did have heart before Dorothy arrived and then out (very unpleasant) after many adventures on and off the yellow brick road. He was in love with a watering can that never responded loved him cos she preferred to flit from flower to flower. When she finally walked away, his heart, made of a patch of his chest, was swept away by the wind that often often blowing in Oz, a country that connects directly to Arkansas, which is a fact that we do know all.

Once upon a man with a rambling mind. Was so complex, that the ramifications of his arguments came out by the ears, forming a web of golden threads around him that prevented him from seeing how simple it was actually going through life without seeking a way out.

How can we model vegetables animals with those strange tools that adults offer us?

«Whoever tells a lie does not know what work has taken, because he will be forced to invent twenty more to maintain the accuracy of this first».
Alexander Pope, (1688-1744)

«Beware of sadness, is a vice».
Gustave Flaubert, (1821-1880)

The observer has
the stars in his fingers,
but his feet sink
into a barren land,
and have taken root.
And although the roots are dry
and it would be easy
to dispose of them
by moving the legs,
he find a guilty pleasure
in the feeling of being
trapped.

Why, if what I want is to test my powers of telekinesis, adults reap what I shot down? Then, those powers remain undeveloped, latent, and gives rise to powerful tantrums… Energy has to go somewhere!

Why adults persist in electronic gifts that make noises when we have more fun imitating that sounds?