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mess light

Designed by

Tezzo Suzuki


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Published on October 1, 2020

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Font is something like a corporation. From outside, it is hard for us to see how it works and who is working in it. In metal type era, we were close to glyphs but today we never know how they feels about their treatment. Possibly, glyphs are holding a clandestine meeting at the deep inside of font file and plan a sabotage against users and type engineers. We don't know, but…

El hombre es el único ser que consume sin producir. No da leche, no pone huevos, es demasiado débil para tirar del arado y su velocidad ni siquiera le permite atrapar conejos. Sin embargo, es dueño y señor de todos los animales. Los hace trabajar, les da el mínimo necesario para mantenerlos y lo demás se lo guarda para él. Nuestro trabajo labora la tierra, nuestro estiércol la abona y, sin embargo, no existe uno de nosotros que posea algo más que su pellejo. Vosotras, vacas, que estáis aquí, cuántos miles de litros de leche habéis dado este último año? Y qué se ha hecho con esa leche que debía servir para criar terneros robustos? Hasta la última gota ha ido a parar al paladar de nuestros enemigos. Y vosotras, gallinas, cuántos huevos habéis puesto este año y cuántos pollitos han salido de esos huevos? Todo lo demás ha ido a parar al mercado para producir dinero para Jones y su gente.
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You bet your ass we are all alike... we have been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We have been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert. This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it was not run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it is for our own good, yet we are the criminals. Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
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