Mort

WHAT IS THAT SENSE INSIDE YOUR HEAD OF WISTFUL REGRET THAT THINGS ARE THE WAY THEY APPARENTLY ARE?

Sadness, master. I think. Now –

I AM SADNESS.


‘Do you know anything about m-dimensional topography?’

‘Um. No’

‘Then I shouldn’t aspire to hold any opinions, if I was you,’ said Albert


History unravels gently, like an old sweater. It has been patched and darned many times, reknitted to suit different people, shoved in a box under the sink of censorship to be cut up for the dusters of propaganda, yet it always – eventually – manages to spring back into its old familiar shape. History has a habit of changing the people who think they are changing it. History always has a few tricks up its frayed sleeve. It’s been around a long time.

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