This piece has built up accretively, a handy but accidental way of writing about flood meadows.

Fragmentation:

Life’s biochemistry, infinite mystery: but we hear imaginative history of decay in reverse, arising complexity: ‘So it has been’, some say – a thing never seen:

Dear Writer’s Block,

Our narrators head is a chat room filled with car crash collisions of urban guerillas and cheap science fiction, while in the 'real' world time slides down the wall like cosmic condensation.

This is the story of the man on the moon.

This is the story of the man on the moon.

This is the story of the man on the moon