I met a traveller from Houston,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless seams of filth
Stand in the bayou. . . . Near them, in the weeds,
a flooded promotional poster lies, whose frown,
And cocoa brown eyes, besmeared by sewage streams,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The offset printer that mocked them up, and the heart that wept;
And in a corner, these words appear:
My name is T-x K-rs-h-n, I did the sweeping up;
Look on my Works, you Mighty, and despair!
The rest water’s hands have worn away. Can’t make it
Out, but probably contained a url, some pictotypes,
a portable number chain, long out of range.”
Credo: “There’s a lot of unstable phenomena out there.”
Val Kilmer, The Island of Dr. Moreau, (1996).