The radiator sounds like: goblins working underground; busy neighbors rearranging their apartment; strange, unhealthy labor at dystopic-type machines; freshman year of college; or Death, walking from door to door, banging on an iron pan.
You’re currently reading “Thursday, 13 January 2005,” an entry on splagkhna
XHTML: You can use these tags: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <code> <em> <i> <strike> <strong>
This is a place to pass things through after I chew them over, or put my innards on the table and paw through them, or to honor what I honor, or make ambiguous and anxious plans or predictions.
That is what the name is about: in Greek, splagkhna means the part of the intestines used in divination.
Anything expressed on these pages is my own expression and doesn’t express the opinion of any employer or government agency.
If you want email from me at irregular intervals, please register.
No comments
Jump to comment form | comments rss [?] | trackback uri [?]