We collect data in the “clouds”. Data clouds swell up to the size of a stratocumulus. Their size is already approaching the level of tera-peta-exa-cirrus.
Let us look in old art for scenes that show what happens next. What can one see above the dangerous, stormy Big Data clouds? What or who is based on the “clouds”?
In modern art, one that imitates properly our natural perspective above the clouds, the Judgment Scene takes place. The doomsday in our western imagination rests on firm clouds. Let’s segregate data. Let’s make more backups.

The world had much of Lynch.
And the world had a lot of him. For a moment, so crotchety, Łódź had him too. It had a wonderful master.





















































































































































































































