Tentacles Spreading

Cities, like octopi, spread their tentacles far and wide. But Dreiseen knew not this tentacle touch. The electric tremors of the city did not reach this town. The electric tremors of the next town down the line did not even reach this town. It was as if the three lakes around which it stretched sucked up every last elements of vibrancy or excitement, leaving the area in a state of absolute becalmment. Some would call it stagnant, but I beg to differ. Dreiseen deserves better than that…

In what may one day rank as one of the greatest acts of generosity of the twenty-first century (or, indeed, any century) I am continuing to publish my much-anticipated memoir, Conversations with Speyer, for free. Read it here.

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