I spent the day touring the inner workings of a highly automated ecommerce fulfillment system. A gigantic warehouse staffed almost entirely by robots.
Holy shit, I live in the future.
Then, someone saw fit to put a brewpub in the parking lot of my hotel. The following comes to mind after a few too many doppelbocks:
Different states of consciousness from the normal are regarded as a form of sickness. And therefore official and institutional psychiatry constitutes itself the guardian of sanity and of socially approved experience of reality
I reject your reality and substiute my own!
Do not Take Intoxicants
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