Saturday, November 10, 2007

12219 WORDS

King was down on one knee, his hand palm upwards on the cold ground. He was staring straight ahead and his eyes were cold. His long white hair blowing like the leaves of a weeping willow tree. Stick wondered what King was thinking about as he stared out into the melting tundra. He was so relieved to be back, the thought of being separated from King was quite frightening.


What People Are Saying About the Plaza of the Mind

...[Plaza of the Mind] impressed me in its magnificent weirdness...this sorta je ne sais quoi that you find in interesting art... ...I mean that purely as a compliment!

Stefene Russell

Plaza of the Mind is a clinamen away from the holeopathic replay by the Android Meme of the old perceptual agon of electrically-programmed youth confronting the Gutenbergian Establishment. Irresistible Force meets Immovable Object.

Bob Dobbs