Anatomy of a Fustercluck
It’s thanks to scenes like this that I sometimes dread people, particularly the way they flock to orange pylons, fluster […]
It’s thanks to scenes like this that I sometimes dread people, particularly the way they flock to orange pylons, fluster […]
What we really need is to gather in the street and talk to each other. Any street. Lined with shrubs
One answer lies in the tropospheric molecules scattering short blue waves and vapor meeting minus-sixty. But what’s the burning question?
Chopsticks in the loose grasp of a metal hand Spongy stilts of a robotic penguin Squint and it’s
Not just on the wall— the writing’s on the sky, the river, the bridge, your hands. Wouldn’t you love to
That is the dream I had when I was stuck in that little town, wishfully watching planes in the sky,