The prefix cyber is going the way of the prefix electro.
The future is already upon us, it is just unevenly distributed.
I took Punk to be the detonation of some slow-fused projectile buried deep in society's flank a decade earlier, and I took it to be, somehow, a sign.
There are bits of the literal future right here, right now, if you know how to look for them.
The box was a universe, a poem, frozen on the boundaries of human experience.
Lost, so small amid that dark, hands grown cold, body image fading down corridors of television sky.