the delicate art of noise pollution

Chapter 3: Prisoner of light As the evening dusk was turning into nightly dark we arrived at a tall, grey metal building. It stood apart from its neighbouring buildings, separated  from the rails on which autocarts zoomed passed by a small plaza which was  glimmering with the residue of the day’s rain. The building exuded …

Chapter 1: Start of the day My day began as any other day began. The spice of variety absent. Instead of which regulatory and carefully planned existence safeguarded the population from almost every danger, previous generations of humanity had had to content with. After the compulsory  dreariness of waking up to the daily task list …

The coming week I take a little break from blogging. I will be out of the blogging loop for a week. Just to give the old brain a rest. To not leave you in a lurch I will publish the Nu-man story over the next week. Two chapters a day. I think it will keep …