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I've been on a kick lately of trying to visualize the oscillating clock, and ultimately the effectively arbitrarily complex activity of a computer processor, as modern refinements of the line shaft factory of the 19th century. Of compute as being not much more than profoundly refined "work" delivered by the electrical grid into marvelously complex machines.
Does that, as a metaphor at least, feel as important to you as it has to me of late? We spend so much time in a world abstracted.
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The government welds your door shut and then outlaws starting a business and living in McMansions, cars, skyscrapers, and tiny homes.
The governments bans body odor and then closes stores and bans delivery services.
The state closes bathrooms and then outlaws public urination.
The government closes the border and then arrests tourists for overstaying their visas.

