"Writing a preface is like bending aside a branch in a bower of jasmine and seeing her who sits there in secret: my beloved. Oh, this is how it is, this is how it is to write a preface; and the one who writes it, what is he like? He moves in and out among people like a dupe in winter and a fool in summer; he is hello and good-bye in one person, always joyful and nonchalant, contented with himself, really a light-minded ne'er-do-well, indeed an immoral person, since he does not go to the stock exchange to feather his nest but only strolls through it; he does not speak at public meetings, because the atmosphere is too confined; he does not propose toasts in any society, because this requires notice several days in advance; he does not run errands on behalf of the system;"
Kierkegaard, Prefaces
Vox Pop is a post-care, post-earnest, ateleological blog: it is inherently goalless. Twitter, science fiction, fantasy, Derrida, Postmodernism, hot conservative blogger chix, and the art of criticism, are just some of the topoi one will find in this hypertext of experimental fiction. Above all, it is the chronicle of one lost intergalactic cynical android, especially fond of postmodernism, trying to make its way on the internet to twitterstardom, and therefore--home.
