Kompleks Karamunsing. A shopping mall with four levels of chaos to get lost in.
A ground floor of phones, shoes and gadgets, sometimes cars on the weekend. Take the glass elevator to the labyrinthine first floor for more shoes, but also carpets...
When the glass door slides open, you’re hit in the face with a blast of humidity, heavy with a waft of chlorine. Spread out before you is one long pool, divided into lanes under an arched roof. A line of orange cones hover each lane. The laughs...
I would love to follow on with an exercise to describe characters. I am grateful to authors who just stop mid narration and tell me about the new character and they make it flow and seem natural. It always feels awkward when I try.
You enter...
Gravel crunches underfoot as you enter the property. Passing an exuberant border of native grasses, shrubs and trees, the garden opens out into a potager, complete with espaliered fruit trees and a towering cardoon heavy with big purple blooms...
In My Room
‘Is this the junk room?’
‘No, it’s where I write.’
But it is a total mess. There are boxes piled in the corner, not neatly stacked, but higgledy-piggledy and overflowing with the books and magazines that aren’t precious enough to be...
To me, I’m afraid it looks like they suckers."
Well they suck if they are not taking a stand for bankrupting AI.
"Also backing Anthropic's appeal, advocates representing authors, libraries, and digital rights groups" These organisations are pro...
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