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We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. The original forest is in the distance, Varosha Resort out there somewhere.

These places are a nexus of fragments and scattered remains. With its strange grasslands and nebulous island in-worlds, and nestled between savage and savant, the savannah is the ideal human environment. The fable bridges a gentle way across.


M. L. Darling intends this space as an opportunity to follow the veins of fable across a landscape with a simian commitment to an aesthetic of evolutionary dreaming.

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Monday, September 8, 2008

Restive Thread

Thoughts wander with me prior to sleep. Brought together, the vaguest of acquaintances. We share a logic not the logic of my days, an ambling lucidity that lulls me, eventually.


Falling asleep seems just that. I sense the descent. There are moments when I become suddenly aware of the velocity with which I fall and the shock brings me to full consciousness. Startled, I remember that I was dreaming and catch fragments slipping by me like the scattered tale of a passing comet. There seems no sense to them.


Posted by M. Plumber

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Good post mad plumber. I really relate to this. Sometimes I wake up with such a start that I think my heart might stop altogether.