I remember the space, the distances, the forests, the sun and the cold, when I left the East Coast to travel inland. I remember steel, rust and Andy Warhol. Thank you John, for showing us Pittsburgh.
Memories: Under the Dome
Memories: Always the Sun
Snow Crash
Memories: Gates of Hell
Memories: Poet’s Den
Memories: Treasure Island
Memories: Fish Tank
I remember going to see the aquarium in Monaco. I remember the whole place resembling one: Neat, crowded and staged.
Memories: Body Language
Whiteout
I have holed up behind my laptop for a couple of weeks now. Every day I take a break for a walk, to battle the local house wives for cheap and good groceries. The weather was in my favour, … until today: Winter ambushes Tokyo. When I walk out of the front door the cold hits me, snow flakes swirl around me, but I count myself lucky: I have boots.
The Third Planet 