A smack down at Sand in the Gears. A fisking at Dr. Byrons. A deep Junk Yard growl.
And Colby Cash weighs in with on projecting our imaginations 250 years into the future. Haven’t got the heart to chide him on this, it reads like his blood sugar was down, the day went badly, and Nigel is at deaths door. I was positively depressed after reading his post. I am so shallow. All I could imagine was a biblical proportion old testament hellfire and brimstone future that looked like something between The Handmaids Tale and Mad Max.
Incas? Ninevah? Tyre? I’ll read it again after I’ve had some sleep, and work on my doomed westernized imagination then.