Month: September 2013

  • Whirld

    The mind races through the rattrap rattapallax and into the shattered city, nosing about and tumbling through scree.  What remains of our world is the fact that it never was ours.  Eglantine tendrils sprout through the rubble and sharp dogs prowl:  this is the galaxy, these are transmissions that speak the synaptic streams.  What we […]