It’s deep winter, a new year, and I’d like to leave you something warm. I was going to pound out some diatribe about political correctness. About how kindness is not censorship, about how being conscientious is not the same as being cowardly, about the validity of social justice. And, in…
There is a random aspect to love. We can not predict who we fall in love with, where they will come from, what language they will express their affection, or how our bodies will flood with emotions. This net-artwork composes an endless love poem by reappropriating real-time tweets about love….