'Where pure snow flakes melt

Dark clouds gather threatening

Where art the spring flowers abloom?

A lonely figure lost in the shadow

of sinking sun, I have no place to go.'

--L** Saik


"...Tsegihi, Aztlan and Quivira."


Found.


"...it's ironic how poorly science fiction anticipated the computer..."


Bananas in Scotland. (via Robot Wisdom)



   "not yet all dispersed,
the nidor of this burning
   & weeping echoes:
where slag has been hauled away
shall the fruit of the forge bloom?"

--from In th* Tim* of th* Fall of th* Tow*rs