「Forward」

``Hear me! O clouds above! O jagged stones underwater! O shrieking winds and breaking waves! Hear me! Empty roads! Hear the sound of my feet going forward in the mud, in the water of the sea that has flooded the village, my village, my home! I ask you! O ground whereon I stand! Since when?! Since when has a little water stopped anybody?! — Fine! It has! — But that wasn't me! I —''

``Hey! —Hey! — Don't fuck around! What are you —''

``A child? Well . . .'' said the machine.

``I keep forgetting, I keep forgetting . . . All you fuckers look the same.''

``I'm bored!''

``Just shut . . . Just keep up!''

``Coming! Coming!''

As time permits, a novella following this outline I'd posted earlier for the ADSactly contest will be serialized on Steemit.

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A series of discussions on Karl PRIBRAM, 1971, Languages of the brain, will get posted soon. Probably by Tuesday Friday.

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