Endeavouring, at all times, to squeak the (post-postmodern) Truth to Power
while being spoken by the Discourse
My local village has a thriving international community. And so the absence was marked in the supermarket - no foreign accents, no foreign languages, no football dribbling outside the entrance, no laughter. It felt like after the Rapture, or the Holocaust.
"Perhaps they're just sleeping late," the cashier said nervously.
Having laboured for the greater part of two decades at The Knowledge Factory on the Hill, Vicki recently cut the anchor rope and drifted off into the stratosphere of possibility.
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