The building next door fell down last night.

The wall really.

One wall.

Part of it; the bricks.

They had been bowed out for years. Now the space between the buildings is a pile of bricks.

It was the wind. A gust blew through my apartment so hard that I thought the boom was a window falling out.

There was nothing dynamic about the scene when I went to look. Seconds after the boom it was already just a pile of bricks.

Well, that's what that was, I thought. How about that.

Then I lost interest.

'"This is a university, my friend," said one representative when asked about Axact. "I have no idea what you're talking about."'

'… establishing a habit…'

'We have no politics of time.'

'… the very idea of waiting is frowned upon.'

79 Theses on Technology

'… still this young man wasn't going home to his parents that night.'

'… trying to figure out what in the world we can do with and about the genres in which we choose or in which we are forced to live.'

'… some beautiful conclusive sentence…'