Escape Is A Consumer Goods Like Another

Smell Is A Very Animal Thing, Almost Reptilian, Where The More Cerebral Things Like Reading Less So.

There Are No Gods, We Are Told, So I Must Make My Own Salvation.

Even Galaxy-spanning Anarchist Utopias Of Stupefying Full-spectrum Civilisational Power Have Turf Wars Within Their Unacknowledged Militaries.

I Remember Being Shocked When I Discovered Some Of My School Pals Didn't Have Books In Their Homes. I Thought It Was Like Not Having Oxygen, Or Hot Water.

In Theory, I Work An Eight-hour Day And A Five-day Week Which Means I Can Socialise With My Pals Who Mostly Have Normal Jobs Like Teaching And Computer Programming.