Chapter Three ~ Long Ago
In the jungle is a city that moves. When its inhabitants build new districts it is always to the west. Each time they cut the ribbon opening a new quarter, an old one in the east is abandoned… the ruins left behind in the east would be perfect terrain for the dérive.
(The Beach Beneath The Street, McKenzie Wark)
“1987.
January 4th.
Still not feeling well. That’s the last New Year’s Party for me – ever. Fell down the stairs, sick in the garden. Apologies to the roses. What an i***t! Why should anyone fancy me in that state? Should I be suspicious of this Nancy? She’s a psychology student – aaaah! Maybe she wants to analyse me? She’s rung every day since, but I’ve been too ill to see her. Got to get myself sorted out. Will get dressed in a minute. See what happe
