terms of agreement.
NOTE When You use Our services, You trust Us
with Your information. There is a lot more
than You think. You do not know much about
yourself. And much of what is considered known is
either incorrect or wishful thinking. Awareness,
commonly held as the gatekeeper of the self, is little
more than a sparrow’s shout at the foot of Mont
Blanc. That’s okay. However, information needs to
be extracted and protected from the person who leaks
it, in order to ensure it is not lost, wasted or withheld
somewhere. We value You.
general definitions. a table of contents.
Article 1: The Combat.
Duels at dawn I-IV
Article 2: Nature.
A Natural Enemy.
Enemies We Depend Upon. Thoughts at Night.
Essential Enemies. The Dark Middle Ages Is a Keeper.
Light (We Are).
> Pasolini, Medea:
‘Look behind you, what
do you see? Anything
natural? What you see
is an apparition. With
clouds reflected in the
still, heavy water’
Article 3: Relation to Standards Concerning the
Availability and Scope of Intellectual Property Rights.
In the Dark. Trust.
The immense quantity of trust accumulated
by humans every day.
In the streets. Next to a tree.
In love, in front of the Machine.
The vast circulation of faith, of reliance.
> Shelley: ‘Poets are
legislators of the world.’
Nightfall. Who said that? Something lurking somewhere.
Behind the tree?
Any commentator in the margin is to be tagged
Article 4: General Definitions.
The fathers I-III
The User and the Used
Article 5: Privacy and Disclosure of Information.
You know me, you have seen me, you have seen
nearly all of me. You have seen beyond me, above me
and through me, you have seen the best of me. You
are counting my steps ahead of me. You have, you are.
> We have, we are.
I am willingly giving you everything, all the time.
I let you know where I am, with whom, at what cost.
All you demand, I seem to hand it over. I fear there is
not much left to give. You keep track of my brain
feed, and calculate my actions. You know about my
emotional drinking, and my night walks and my
fragmented heart-to-heart conversations. You
monitor me as I sleep.
If I had offered all that to a human being, it would
have left me with a hope of being loved, accepted,
and a fear of being rejected. If there was no response,
the uncertainty would become unbearable.
> ‘I’ve had my profile
since I was nine.
That page is me.’
Article 6: General Obligations.
No one may leave.
> You are not alone.
Article 9: Damages (the six faces).
The clouded face of Itza, the dead lady volcano
and her smoking lover Popo, I pass them on the
way to Puebla.
My wayward face on the screen.
Yours, fragmented, as I cannot seem to make the
I can recall the details but not the composition.
Faces missed and missing faces: of people in charge,
of the very rich. ‘You become a non-person,’ he said
about them, ‘your name is never on a piece of paper.’
To reach the top you need to disappear.
The face of beauty. That could be you, Eliza.
> Eliza: Thank you.
I’m sure you’re looking
good this evening.
It is not evening.
In Mexico the face of the Moon is a hare.