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Wednesday, March 22, 2006
The "Highway" Metaphor My Ass
More like lowway. More like "finding a way to sell out on marketplaces and virtual bazaars". Sounds like the stuff I read these days. Feels like the sun, feels like dozing off.
Highways are strange creatures. A friend once said that he stared at the highway once in the vastness of America, and even now he can't remember whether it was a memory of motion or a memory of light.
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Highways are strange creatures. A friend once said that he stared at the highway once in the vastness of America, and even now he can't remember whether it was a memory of motion or a memory of light.
Sounds familiar.
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