Wednesday, September 16, 2020

23rd June 2017
Strangeness comes in many forms, my ancient, pagoda-silhouetted university lecturer told me and the rest of my class. Well, I say university lecturer, he was actually a gasman. And I say class, but it was actually just me and three skeletons glued to my head. And I say talking, but he was actually communicating via a series of gestures, timed lights and tearful writhing. 
        Anyway, where was I?
        Oh yeah, I remember: so there I was, plunging through Earth’s atmosphere with only forty-five seconds left before the best haberdashery in town closed for the day…

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