Corporate computational poetry

3 Apr

This bit of text was sitting in a plastic holder in an alcove in the corridor of one of our client’s offices. I loved it. It was just there. No explanation. No context. And it made me smile.

I think the author/depositor might have been reading Neal Stephenson‘s wonderful Anathem, which I’d also just finished at the time I spotted it. More please.

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