How is it that a bird of flight can suffer jet-lag? Strange enough it is indeed! Parallel processes include the fact that my reconnaissance within medieval villages in the south of France revealed not so many visible noctambules, but the ...Read More
Lord Quagczar here, groggy, soggy and as grumpy as Gaia during the 6th extinction. I spent yesterday evening below ground, percolating with the souls of pedestrians past. An abandoned underground corridor was activated electronically and collective memories reawakened. As this vestigial organ ...Read More
Necessarily brief this post will be, emphasis on brevity and necessity. Moonlighting in this Weird milieu for awhile now, I have found my mind so cluttered with restless flows of images, half-formed ideas and in other words am increasingly pestered ...Read More
