Laurence

As a boy I learned not to trust technology. Summers at the arcade with a pocketful of nickels putting one after another into the claw machine. First you aim the mechanical arm before hitting the big red start button. Then the claw opens its four prongs and drops on the desired object. Through the glass the toys and treasures were so visible, so near. The claw, so stupid, so lazy. It just could not grasp my desire.