Tuesday, November 06, 2007
He was staring at his ceiling monitor. It was switching between the camera inside of Eleanor’s coffin and Anaseth up on the observation deck. Both women were asleep. Stick was sweating profusely. He reached to his right and opened up the drawer that he kept his meds in.
He took two.
Dateline 10:36 AM
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!
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.