
Meanwhile #207
Continuous gentle ripples of hyperlinkage
Continuous gentle ripples of hyperlinkage
They had me at cream tea on arrival.
No solos; no decoration; when the words run out, it stops.
Maybe they shouldn't have been there in the first place.
No trees, no valleys, no hills, just the Archipelagic Void
OK, here's an email. Let's run it up the flagpole and see if anyone salutes it.
Monsters and mono and other hyperlinksome things
Hanging stones and drifting boxes.
The function and colour of ducklings in Paris.
Fake history, believable space and female robots.
Oscars and sausages and disorder.
Penrose Annuals, Folio Society’s Dunes, John Steinbeck’s pencils and Brian Eno’s painful originality.