The Regional Assembly of Text.
Tiny bedroom hanging from a tree.
Not so sure about this one.
Roses. Names. (Shakespeare included.)
Light / City.
Transcendence / Immanence.
Structure of the world.
Thirsty metal monsters.
Maps don’t work. (Lost Lagoon.)
Lost in the Garden.
Danger. (Paradigm Shift Ahead.)
The Future. (feat. Ironing Board Building)
The Land on Four Stilts. (Canadian edition)
Ballardian Postcard. (& cormorants!)
Sweet Sorrow Lounge.
Shop Sign (Front).
Shop Sign (Back).
End of the Show.
100 Worlds – an anthology of 100 SFF stories, each exactly 100 words long – is now out in paperback. It features a story of mine called “PWNED”. A Kindle version should be available from Amazon in a day or two.
Leaving the well-trodden path. (Sentinels on the hill.)
Getting lost deliberately.
Definitely approaching… somewhere.
Clocktower (St Michael’s Church).
Definitely in the zone.
Time is relative.
Alleyway (2nd level of reality).
Alleyway (3rd level of reality).
The other side of that portal in Betina? (If so, what’s in the dark space in-between?)
Leaving the zone. (Dystopia.)
Last part of my recent London trilogy. You know the routine: click to enlarge.
And how fitting: I just finished reading Alan Moore & Dave Gibbons’ Watchmen, and now the question has returned… What’s there to do post-apocalypse?
end-times? (Omega House)
should think so…
the world’s end
Sunrise over Arrakis
…or how I almost found an alien event site (but not quite).
As ususal, click to enlarge. (WordPress will get me to abandon portrait format one day.)
Follow the black brick road.
So that’s what happened to the revolution.
You can never leave.
Enter the Zone.
My friend Feloris and I were stranded on TU Dortmund’s campus over the weekend. Everything was deserted, except for the wild rabbits that have tunneled under, well, everything, we think. Originally we set out to find a place that would sell us some coffee, but soon the dystopian atmosphere called for some psychogeographical documentation. These pictures are the result of our walk – and the inspiration for a collaborative Weird short story in progress. Please excuse the cellphone cam (my good camera is broken), but I honestly think that the cheaper lens rendered the clouds even more foreboding, etc.
(Warning: LOTS and LOTS of pictures.)
Autoform: Forming Reality
(Did I say foreboding clouds?)
(I did, didn’t I.)
Weird Echo. (Urban Ammonite.)
(& from another angle)
Goethe reveals sinister secrets (and not even between the lines).
(Utopia doesn’t age well.)