It's probably
been said before, but there it
is. We
seethe and tumble through this
staggering hyperlinked neural network of
text, activating
symbols as we fall, leaving traces of our own
trains of thought, our wandering paths of
association remembered by the
soft links, new
patterns, new strings of
meaning, new
connections, new locations in
mental hyperspace.
Everything is the brain, you are the train, and I'm the guy standing on the roof of the train, dodging the overpasses and playing air guitar, joyously, ecstatically, incoherently rambling at the sky.