ish.
My ohhh my...
The dullness ... bleakness...one has had to endure.
Fifteen years.
If it could be summed up in one simplest change ... or 'evolution' is a better word ( being blind, unless their holograms and Watchmakers are controllers in their head....)
The lack of anyone in this society to believe in stories...
Good old fashioned Homeric endurances that have a twist in the tail, that could just as easily be a case of
Penelope had not only kept her knees locked tight against the crowds of suitors...
But also they being of a diferent cultural construct to her - disloyal, immoral and randy no matter whom , she had found a way of escaping and setting herself up in the chickenshed aside the fancy decadent hoi poloi's mission control.
And over time she had evolved into her own person ... so so kindly and wise warrior
...honet et droit.... to quote Serge ...
Unlike all English so called literature for many years...
Like modern European literature for a decade...
Especially Reader on the 6.27..
A twist out of the blue at the end when all was lost in a pool of stale pee...
a
life
affirming
rather splendid...
Ending.
But I am loyal... even to wonky readers or scanners, here.
Firstly the two years, since Ralph first stopped two years ago, and said no more ever not one of you is worth one second of my precious time, my twenty really, so we better just stay on the first chronicle, starting .... hmmm.... what is best period? ... the simple tales of 2010 to about 13....
i do what i say
must be written properly...
