There should be an unearthly machine that one could wear and attach to the skin, whose sole function is to automatically record every little great thought or idea conjured up its wearer’s mind. And although each of these machines was calibrated by high-quality content engineers to differentiate between the sublime and the mediocre, and by […]
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Last Year: You’ve seen it on the last line of informal letters/messages from your relatives, friends, partners and friends you wish to turn into partners. |
