The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Future is Now #41

In the future, pay phones will be shaped like space capsules. Shortly after, they'll stop existing all together (pay phones and space capsules, that is).


Chthulhu said...

They're BAAA-ack! Well, space capsules, anyway:

Fred said...

The other day, I watched a re-run of Seinfeld which revolved around George trying to get time on a payphone to call a girlfriend. Was it only 20 short years ago that our lives didn't revolve around "smart phones" that only seem to add in our dumbing down?