It feels like a memoir compressed into a title. Like a koan for the information age.
Or, why we search for the missing manual to our own existence beginnings and endings with lifetimes in between pdf
But life doesn’t ship as a PDF. Life ships as a blank notebook with missing pages, coffee stains, and a few scrawled notes from strangers. If such a PDF existed, what would it contain? Let me imagine its table of contents: It feels like a memoir compressed into a title
So here is the only version that matters: beginnings and endings with lifetimes in between pdf