The Medium Is The Message: I See Signs.

There was a homeless man at the station today — a sight that occurs with the kind of depressing regularity that implies so much else: that…

There was a homeless man at the station today — a sight that occurs with the kind of depressing regularity that implies so much else: that it doesn’t warrant attention; that it lacks meaning; that it has become so “mundane” that it has ceased to matter at all.

This is wrong.

This is wrong, but so are many things. Suspend your judgement — and your disbelie…