I can still recall, way back in the early 90’s how Apple’s budget model roared into start up. Sporting a black and white screen, stiffy drive and an eager spinning clock – the next pixel miracle was foretold. Back then a mega bite was really big. Bernoulli cables and whistling modems connected us to a wonderful new world. This was a time somewhere after the Rubix Qube and post the birth of Dolly the sheep.

I recall in 1994 just before midnight on a former employers administrative PC – finding and losing the super highway to what was the first chat room known to me. In what looked like a log profile, was nested names and comments posted in real time. Princess Cindy (my alter ego) lived in a lighthouse in Africa. Staring over the wild Cape of Storms she could cast her intentions all the way to Silicon Valley where promise of a new life and maybe even love could be found. Cindy shortly afterwards was placed under house arrest when the “Secret Agent Boss” restricted her nightly adventures with a password protect. Years later, sans Cindy, I find myself here. This is a manifest of creative processes nailed onto the doorway to the cyber milky way.

Author: Danie Jansen van Vuuren