Thought this cover of the New Yorker sparked the imagination.
Glancing at it sends the mind spinning in so many directions.
Is it a statement that the printed word will outlast computers?
You will notice that the technologically sophisticated alien has a book in hand while reading amidst electronic refuse such as discarded keyboards and CD's.
Also, one imagines is the alien here as a conqueror or come to study us as an archeological subject long after we have departed as the buildings his saucer hovers over look worn down and decayed.
Is that from attack or the passage of the centuries?