8. scoping the dam territory
coming out the front door, recalcitron had an epiphany. if the world is an oyster then you should make sure you eat it still fresh and be careful not to cut your hand as you shuck it.
without the aid of a dedicated oyster knife, it might be possible to break the oyster open with a bike lock. would a school of bikelocks be called a compound? or a yard of bikes be called a school? anyway it would be hard to get all the crunchy bits out if you broke and oyster open in such a violent manner...
being fresh in town he is still getting used to the constant stream of tinkling bells. not since the backblocks of sulewasi has he experienced such vivid and coherent, nay prodigious, use of sounded signalling to maintain the flow control.
knowing a magnificent afternoon sunset would be enough to get recalictron out of the house, so miss adventure started another steak out. this time choosing to hunt along the waterfront as it is commonly known that bears like to fish.
the potential marathon of waiting came before it went and as she recalculated her assumptions, so did recalcitron show up. does he seem to be tinkling his bell a little enthusiastically? yes he seems to think its the new big thing.
down beside the nemo, he asks her to come with her to the top of the world. although it sounds like another dodgy come on line, seeing the criss/cross of vapour trails as a siloutette against the afternoon sky she lets him lead her on.
"this ship we just walked around ... ... see how it rises from the canal as though the world is boyant and deep?". "the afternoon glow makes it change colours like uluru, so they must have spirits of the dreaming here as well". she thinks he might be cracking open.
finally the oyster stories recalictron has been feeding miss adventure all afternoon fall nearly into place. in a city with buildings all level and stacked in, he manages to pull an eleventh story rooftop out of a hat and wash it down with cool beer and not quite foul red wine.
"setting sun goes down in the west but up here the sun is always in the south".
this place is like a time machine. so old and so new at the same time.
without the aid of a dedicated oyster knife, it might be possible to break the oyster open with a bike lock. would a school of bikelocks be called a compound? or a yard of bikes be called a school? anyway it would be hard to get all the crunchy bits out if you broke and oyster open in such a violent manner...
being fresh in town he is still getting used to the constant stream of tinkling bells. not since the backblocks of sulewasi has he experienced such vivid and coherent, nay prodigious, use of sounded signalling to maintain the flow control.
knowing a magnificent afternoon sunset would be enough to get recalictron out of the house, so miss adventure started another steak out. this time choosing to hunt along the waterfront as it is commonly known that bears like to fish.
the potential marathon of waiting came before it went and as she recalculated her assumptions, so did recalcitron show up. does he seem to be tinkling his bell a little enthusiastically? yes he seems to think its the new big thing.
down beside the nemo, he asks her to come with her to the top of the world. although it sounds like another dodgy come on line, seeing the criss/cross of vapour trails as a siloutette against the afternoon sky she lets him lead her on.
"this ship we just walked around ... ... see how it rises from the canal as though the world is boyant and deep?". "the afternoon glow makes it change colours like uluru, so they must have spirits of the dreaming here as well". she thinks he might be cracking open.
finally the oyster stories recalictron has been feeding miss adventure all afternoon fall nearly into place. in a city with buildings all level and stacked in, he manages to pull an eleventh story rooftop out of a hat and wash it down with cool beer and not quite foul red wine.
"setting sun goes down in the west but up here the sun is always in the south".
this place is like a time machine. so old and so new at the same time.
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