Kill for it

That new phone,
they’d kill for it, you know.

That phone where
you can programme you,
with one swipe,
into movies, novels,
concerts, bars, hotels…

That phone which soon
will sing for you and take
your photos for you
while you're programmed
into elsewhere.

That phone where you can upload
half your brain – only
the left half so far
the right seems not so easy
to control quite yet,

but soon… just as soon
as we’ve got that
pesky imagination

digitised,
under control.



Another


Today is my 1,024th. That's 2 to the power of 10 (ie 2x2x2x2x2x2x2x2x2x2) so it's a very lovely number. Better than 1,000, I reckon.