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"There isn't just one hidden, occulted England. There are hundreds."

"Catullus, poem no. 3

Grieve, o gods, · who guard love;
Mourn, mortals, · men of gentility:
My lovely’s linnet · lies dead,
The linnet pert, · my pretty passion,
Whom she held · higher than all else.
So sweetly he sang, · as her squire he served her.
As a daughter her mother · he admired his mistress.
Never would he budge · from her beautiful bosom.
Here and there · he hopped; for her
alone, cheekily, · he cheeped and chirped.
But lo, he plods · the long lane,
whence none return, · now numb.
May you be damned, · dark Death,
Who swiftly swallows · this sweet and pretty thing.
You have purloined · that lovely linnet.
Oh, evil act! · Oh, ill-starred linnet!
From the anguished eyes · of my own lady
the steaming tears · streak in streams."

--Brian Bishop in Withowinde, 117, p. 19 (1999)

Material smoke ring.

"The electromagnetic spectrum is a kind of hydra. Whenever I kill one color, two grow in its place. Navy and maroon jumped from the corpse of wyndark; ember-green spawned ochre and cobalt" --@ctrlcreep

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑙𝑦?