by Christos Polydorou
The timing is right to play one of my favourite music albums since October, Aforger, by Douglas Dare, around midnight. It definitely has that Lotus Elise turns back into a lotus-flower the stroke of, feel, in the hands of a caffeine-addled George Orwell. Let’s get all literary, in our Greenhouses. Screens are blinking, and everything we have ever read is bubbling to the surface, through the bony fingers beating at our keyboards, like musicians.