"It's an older technique," the host drawls cheerfully, "from before the war. This is a materialist deconstruction-- he gestures from glyph to glyph, "they're placed out of order on purpose. A commentary on the meandering, uneven path to innovation."
He smiles, takes a sip from his own drink, casts a fond glance at his friend. "Your lamps were likely designed by the same person. She's very prolific."
I am making this shit up wholecloth
He smiles, takes a sip from his own drink, casts a fond glance at his friend. "Your lamps were likely designed by the same person. She's very prolific."