All Ballard fans will recognize my situation above: Standing before a cracked and empty kidney-shaped swimming pool at the bottom of which is a drift of dead leaves.
Thursday, Marianne and I went to the Morven Museum in Princeton.to see the Benjamin Waterhouse Hawkins exhibit. I'll be blogging about it on Monday.
Strange, random grooves among the dead leaves?
Hah! No, I didn't look. I think I'm happier with that particular waveform uncollapsed.
Once I overheard a woman on some talk radio show (in a totally non sfnal, non Ballardian context) describing something as old-fashioned by saying "it's like something from back in the Space Age".
(You have spam in the entry above, btw.)
Oddly, considering Ballard's introduction of "an elaborate ideogram like a Chinese character" right at the start of the story, this could be one time -- maybe the only time -- when a spam is, if not welcome, at least somewhat congruent (sic) with the content.
An elegant point, Keith. But I removed it anyway.
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