I am an argument, but not the argument
I am an argument.
But not the argument.
Not the physical manifestation of a particular argument.
The Transit of Genius
‘In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes.’
Andy Warhol didn’t say.
He said something like it, allegedly.
But no one is sure what he meant by it.
What he might have said – less ambiguously – was:
In the past, everyone was fabulous for fifteen years.
The Flies Will Not Replace Us!
‘Unite the bright! Unite the bright!’
Two hundred and fifty million glow-worms had heeded the call to oppose the rising tide of darkness.
‘Bright lives matter! Bright lives matter!’
At first, they floated about the walls of heaven-on-earth anti-clockwise.
‘Blood and chalk! Blood and chalk!’