It’s been all-video-all-the-time recently. That’s how it seems at least. Good, honest video. The world in brilliant high definition motion, though such definition seems incredibly paltry compared to human-definition-vision-whatever.
Per aforementioned lack of photographic creation, another image has been silently extracted from the platter, awakened in darkness by a seemingly microscopic magnetic read-head. Culled, mined in its raw binary form and then translated through the wonders of software with the help of unimaginable electronic activity.
The great metal cave snake. The serpentine mechanical creature of the shallow earth that releases its awful screams around sharper corners as the city’s folk hang in its gut. A slave to the throttling MBTA employee behind the windows to its very soul.
Weekly snake pass: $18.