Dancing at the end of time

Beneath its canopy of violet light, which did  not seem to penetrate the city itself, Shanalorm lay dreaming. Some of its bizarre buildings had melted and remained in a semi-liquid state, their outlines still discernable; other buildings were festering, machine mould and energy-moss undulated across their shells, bright yellow-green, bile blue and reddish brown, groaning and whispering as it sought fresh seepages for the power reservoires; [...] 'Isn't it pretty, Jherek!' cried the Iron Orchid. 'Where shall we have our picnic?'

Michael Moorcock - The Dancers at the End of Time





So today is better... feeling a million times better. The Bsc student has a lot to read now... hehehehe.

Other than that life is pretty simple, riding out the wave of chaos that Eris has brought into our little microcosm. And Mag has put the unpleasant feeling in my gut to rest. Nice that.

So the weekend..... off to Rubber Ball in London.... should be crazy.

Until later.....


Sephiroth: Your geostigma is gone... That's too bad.
Cloud: Sephiroth, what do you want?
Sephiroth: The last thoughts of Geostigma's dead... those remnants will join the lifestream and circle the planet; choking it; corroding it. What I want, Cloud, is to sail the cosmos with this planet as a vessel. Just as Mother did long ago. then one day we'll find a new planet and on it's soil we'll create a shining future.
Cloud: What about this planet?
Sephiroth: Well... That's up to you, Cloud.