There must be escalators somewhere, because, honestly, what on earth could not be seen as practical?Mathematically scarred bits of solidity rise like a heartbeat into view, then vanish into their own mechanics.These devices are doing a great service to people desirous of movement, a feeling one often has at bluest noon when day pinions the …
Eventually, the pigeons lacerated the smog cover into an alphabet.And so I listed to the best of my ability all the collective nouns for birds I knew:murder to unkindness.Snipping circles around the outer regions of your whatslike only a Berliner can, you clipped a smatteringof syllables from your vocabulary’s newsprint. I watched them murmurate like …