
Blink And You'll Miss It
A sad rant on the absolute state of contemporary eclipses
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A sad rant on the absolute state of contemporary eclipses

The shaman gave me a choice: carry on as normal, with time and space exactly as my dulled senses perceived them – or – travel back to the year 2009 to spend twenty-four hours as a seagull. ‘Ok, you crazy bastard,’ I told him, ‘let’s do it.’ When my yellow eyes peeled open, I was perched atop the bronze head of Sir Francis Drake. It was a lovely day for it. The bay swept out towards the horizon in…

Leaning his rifle up against the wooden door, he turned to the task at hand.

When Harry woke, he saw that they had come to a standstill in front of a grey metallic tunnel.

In this current year, when almost every process we encounter is integrated, automated, homogenised – with none able to resist the digital maelstrom – it is interesting, if not heartwarming, to observe more sustainable and ethical practices in the rearing and harvesting of

These days…

Peace now restored to the canteen, the officer sat with a fresh bowl of cereal, pressing a handkerchief to his nose.

No doubt his detention had been a mistake, whatever the reason; not helped by his failure to adjust to this new environment in time.

When they opened, he on his side on an institutional bed – not comfy in the least – facing a wall.

Although admittedly not particularly well travelled, some details at passport control tempted further explanation.