Et al. , San Francisco
Cole Lu, He did not know how long he had been asleep, memory believes before knowing remembers. No one remembers where from aviation springs, but it does, like reality from Icarus' tower. First, I see a stripe of leather, fine twigs for a broom, and a large net to dangle down, sweep up feathers near the seagull nests, and it's easy. And probably all wrong. (By this time tomorrow I'll be a man of Moon), 2020
