So I got up really early (for me) this morning, and decided to head straight to the Albino Press. Here’s what I saw as I left the house.
And here’s the lovely reservoir.
Between these two sights, there was this which is pretty hilarious. I mean, I sort of sympathize with the tragedy of a lost pet, but maybe you shouldn’t have brought your fucking chicken to the park, genius.
C and I just finished The Book of the New Sun. Throughout it, and increasingly at the end, the narrator asserts that when his world’s sun is restored the vegetation will be of a darker green. Presumably this means that he’s used to leaves that are a bit washed out for lack of nutrients, but as I was gallivanting about on Mount Tabor the other day it occurred to me that it was a little odd, as we tend to associate a lighter green with renewal.