Wednesday, November 07, 2007


Stick began walking back towards King with Anaseth just behind him. She was surprisingly light on her feet, handling the marsh in a much more gingerly manner than he could.
“Have you come across anyone else out here?” Stick asked.
She shook her head, “Just you.”
“It’s strange,” she continued, “I’ve been out here for so long, alone, and it has been sort of crazy but sort of beautiful as well. There is something about this air out here.”


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