Dailey's Bradbury Pensees

I hate short stories, but this one was good- some writers I think have a sort of synesthesia with words, because you can feel them coddling them, kneading them like bread and tasting them before their put down in ink, sublime syllables inching up your face and through your ears into your brain so you can feel a whole world resting there just in the words. Good writing, but that's probably not the point, or maybe that could be the point, how we could so strongly associate meaning to just printed shapes that we can feel a whole future through abstract lines. That is rather far. This is tangental, but it's just nicely-paced, very mastered in its thinking, a stunningly surprising pleasant read, not sure what it has to do with physical computing other than what we were talking about today, that our art should augment human actions in some way; the automatons of this story could be considered art, functioning on a default without their humans, the absence of their charges a work in itself, their employment in the text highlighting the strangeness of the land, a device to slowly introduce us to a larger, empty world, their demise paralleling the larger one of the city, their last cell similarly doomed. Though I do wonder about the tree surviving. We could also think about the personification of the mechanical entities, how to give something the illusion of life, to augment the message of our own projects. If holograms were accessible, it would be a good illustration.