June 17, 2004
The point of me continuing these 100 word pieces is no puzzle; for me it is the moment of physical stillness, insulation and isolation that enfolds the writing time. Beyond that, though, what mean these written ejecta to anyone else? They are billboards on Mars, even more unlikely to result in a contact with someone than a message in a bottle. Billboards advertising this year's model of ME! now sexier and more (fill in your fantasy adverb here) than ever! All previous models obsolete! You must have the new one! We shall see if Martians are savvier consumers than Earthlings.