“Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
“Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, Creeps in this snail mail pace from day to day To the last text of recorded tweets, And all our yesterdays have LED lighted fools The way to dusty co2 death. Out, out, brief Lithium battery! Life’s but a walking hologram, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon American Idol And then is heard no more: it is an ebook Told by an idiot, full of sound, fury and carbon credits, Signifying nothing.”