Blog Lacuna
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.
Please join us.
Your contributions are welcome.
email: morpheusdrlng@gmail.com
1 comment:
Ah Den, thanx mate. Magic recognizance of event horizons past. Many slippages through amythest-blue boltholes fondly remembered as we trekked to the strip for foodie exotica, vistas sampled by drugs unknown to the human head; parallel histories accessible only via door-shaped wave-functions left ajar by departing Rapture-clad angels (they always tend to overdress, aye? Michael a show-pony in particular . . . ).
Good days.
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