Can´t help a certain feeling of impotence. What happens when the major backbone of one of the two major ISPs of the second biggest city in the world (São Paulo - New York is the first) suffer a massive (and still unexplained) breakdown?
24 hours without Internet. A translation deadline lost. The same with a meeting (in person) that I had to take a raincheck but couldn´t reach the person because he wasn´t available by phone and all I had was his company´s e-mail.
Summing it up:
SOMETIMES IT STINKS TO BE A CYBORG.
Just remember the ending of The Fall of Hyperion and tell me if I´m wrong.
I´ll be back tomorrow - much to discuss on genres, modes, monolithic literature, definitions and the like. It´s a very interesting discussion.
illustration by Fabio Cobiaco
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