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The Master of the Ghent Altarpiece.

"Admittedly, now that Oxford University Press manages so much geographically indeterminate straight-to-internet content, and now that it has switched out its august medieval sigilium for a logo that sooner suggests some multinational investment firm, the requirement to indicate whether it was the Oxford office or rather the New York one that handled your manuscript, or on occasion the one in New Delhi or Singapore or even in principle Dar Es Salaam, does seem to belong to another era." —Justin Smith-Ruiu

The story that won the Granta Award was written by AI, or with the help of it, and it is obviously so.

"greebled lawn chair"

lamb with human eyes
repainted
for the hoi polloi
festination gallop
division by zero
the days stretch like fields of poppies

All Your Bases Are Belong To Us.