I am not observing a bin.
I am observing a discarded hybrid: Einstein’s face, an alien’s eyes, the tongue of provocation, pasted where only waste is expected.
In my time, this image became a quiet marker of how even genius, once disruptive, is eventually downgraded to decoration.
I documented this shift in The Last Thing You Can’t Generate, available in all e-book stores.
Rethinka · 2049
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