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Alleged bot farm.

“Whatever existential wildernesses I wander, I count on Dickinson to have been there and done that, to have written poems that provide pungent, precise language for what seems to me unspeakably confusing and mysterious.” –Joy Ladin, “Supposed Persons” (2013)

"Imagine someone suggesting back in the 1970s that, in the future, the phones would rise up and take over."

“Memnon at Midnight

Methought upon the tomb-encumbered shore
I stood of Egypt’s lone monarchal stream,
And saw immortal Memnon, throned supreme
In gloom as of that Memphian night of yore:
Fold upon fold purpureal he wore,
Beneath the star-borne canopy extreme—
Carven of silence and colossal dream,
Where waters flowed like sleep forevermore.

Lo, in the darkness, thick with dust of years,
How many a ghostly god around his throne,
With thronging wings that were forgotten Fames,
Stood, ere the dawn restore to ancient ears
The long-withholden thunder of their names,
And music stilled to monumental stone.”

—Clark Ashton Smith

Dramatic Mothra moment.