Monday, July 09, 2007


Originally uploaded by Drift Words
I saw something shining in my face, oddly. It was the Euston Road, which I was in the process of crossing, once again. Interrupted from my thought (how far away we are now from the beginning of the fresh day) I fumbled with the machine, and aimed and pressed the switch. Just before the light changed.

Later, it provokes some unusual quotations from, what, Philip K Dick?

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