I remember, as a child, reading the book about the little lost bird wandering alone asking the same question to everything — the dog the cow the boat the airplane the steam shovel: “Are you my mother?” I related to the bird then as I do now, though I have a different question that I have always asked that I continue to ask the cow the boat the airplane the phone the dishwasher the can of coca cola the gas nozzle the strip mall the televangelist the rock guitarist the comic book the archaeologist the generative algorithm the charcoal grill the drone the […]