What’s the word, Hipsta-man?

Hipsta-matic drives me to imprint more personal moments onto silicon chips. It’s almost like the negative image is imprinted upon me, inside me somewhere where the chemistry mingles to make memories. Yet these float around in the wires as bits, are presented as bits. Then they become a part of your chemistry.


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