evam mayā śrutam | on their last day I heard...
...the sound of one-hand clapping. Finally. ::chuckle::
[ day in progress ]
[ I looked very closely at the photo to make sure there was no way to identify the homeless person on the ground; even so, I feel queasy posting this photo, and am deeply conflicted about it. If it were not so indicative of the moment society is in — this dawning era of a new, non-human intelligence — I wouldn't post it here, in deference to whoever he is.
If by some strange or unlikely turn of events this man, or anyone who knows him, saw this photo on my blog and asked me to take this down, I would do so without hesitation.
I don't need to strain my imagination very much, to know that I could be him, too. ]
