|29. Our Streets
||[May. 20th, 2011|11:15 am]
There’s no such thing as ghosts. UFOs are just lights in the sky. And vodka is probably not improved by strontium. None of that matters as much as the decision you have to make before you start to make the future, before you get carried away by the lights in the sky and the things you can do with your glowing boxes. Whose streets are these, that you’re going to be building your cognitive cities on?
Whose streets? Our streets.
Ultimately, this conference I’m standing at in Berlin, these people I’m talking to, might turn out to be a conference of people who are hunting a ghost.
It’s your job to make that real.
It’s my job to remind you that I’m haunting you.
Thanks for your time.
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