22---count 'em---22 live cams all over his house, plus a weather scroll that gives you all the relevant readings from a weather station on his roof--- you can even turn his lights off and on ---seriously--- there is something slightly messed up about this, but i can't quite put my finger on what it is (thx robert)
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Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
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