Turing Machine

I’m writing this on a MacBook. I’ll send it to the web in just a few minutes. An everyday miracle of science. Sometimes it takes a primitive expression of an arcane art to reveal the true beauty of the human mind and all its imaginings. You can quote me.

Watching this Turing Machine in action, even its sounds (clicks and whirrs), affects me in a way I can’t describe. But somewhere within me my geek string has been plucked. Gears. A felt tip pen. And film stock. All in a well-timed ballet of promise. A promise of technology and what we could do, and now do, with numbers.