The future is already upon us, it is just unevenly distributed.
I'm a reluctant writer of non-fiction, in part because I don't really feel qualified.
My problem is that all things are increasingly interesting to me
Things aren't different. Things are things.
The deadliest bullshit is odorless, and transparent.
I watch for emergent technologies and pay attention to what people say they'll be good for, then see what we actually use them for. It never occurred to me that a tiny telephone with a wireless transceiver would do whatever it is that it's done to us.