the woman worked at a bar in little tokyo

and she loved her phone so much

and one day, on a cold and rare rainy night in Los Angeles, she made love through her phone 

but the very next day, the phone broke

and it broke her heart

"love is fleeting" , she concluded

but I think she's a bit immature

wines and roses

If consciousness is an expression of an inner feeling, where does absolute objectivity stand?  

Is it by numbers, a sort of democratic assemblage of human consciousness? 

The complicated messy stuff however, can usually not be commodified in hyper commercialism, so, let's not bother with things that have negative zero's attached.

Anyway, this exercise starts with its own hyper assumption.  The big "if" is hypothetical mumbo and jumbo.  To be fair, we all need a place to start, right?  

Remember those starry nights, filled with wine, in a friends patio, discussing the lofty.  Expressing the ideal's, the grand, and often, the built up skepticism of adulthood and trying to find THE PLACE.  

Thinking is becoming more and more crowded with iphones, instagram's, Bielbers and articles about Yahoo buying Tumblr.  

Who gives a FUCK about Yahoo buying Tumblr?  If you do, we are not simpatico.  Sorry, time is limited and you are a marshmallow.