# drifting autumnal school leaves ah researcher double french class what a drag your best school day chum cool mike sits next to you scribbles awesome images on squared paper early summer sunlight shines outside class wild flowers grow in the unkempt margins of the floating world slow drifting clouds and the nearby smell of floor cleaner and classroom paper for some reason all ever so slightly waxy tension pervades this dusty academic air the whole charlie brownesque educational experience yet again bending and warping the concept of what's allegedly real yet perhaps the warping is the reality school day starts and provides zero time to establish existentially adequate orientation big science already flowering all senses from the first neural seduction of psst look out window aren't the high dreaming clouds beautiful today to saying hey: did you know if you turn this small screw on the esc key of this bbc micro personal computer it super annoys teacher they just can't figure out why the key won't depress eventually comes the perfectly effective disorientating device researcher henry swanson: what the virtual reality of global videographic spectacle also known as ludocapitalism this is how henry feels right now their experience and perception beyond bizarre into deep blue data deconstruction out other side into the near future now interval of an unknown substance the returning repetition of component transformations in a freezing info cloud of forever smart asynchronizing periods and biochaotic earth rhythms in passages between states and stars no way back home not that you'd ever want to return primary geometric shapes spin in a deep ambient blue dataspace of super alien biopsychedelic hyper consciousness henry in class: hey what are you drawing mike it looks good cool mike: it's for car wars henry: what's that dude cool mike: a playspace for several researchers played with dice paper pencils pens and tiny painted figures henry: hey sounds good cool mike: sure is henry: what's that on the other page mike cool mike: a zombie public telephone sanitizer henry: heh wow what's that mike cool mike: they clean telephones so researchers don't catch germs henry: er nice of them to think of that cool mike: ha yeah henry: right but what's a zombie cool mike: a dead person who moves around moaning and eating henry: er ok nice cool mike: but real scary like authority figurine: henry stop talking michael what's the answer cool mike replies something like: le grande spaff fromage avec marie france dan les jardin authority figure obviously doesn't hear properly: trez bin swanson: whispers yo what's that about fromage cool mike laughs: found some cool tapes underneath our brother's bed last week confused henry stares up out at the houses on the other side of street and idly wonders about life and stuff about living in suburbia and its crushing existential weight everyone on island gets this feeling rows of houses which appear to go on forever yet over the nearest row it's as if another green world entirely exists a bright new land of golden mystery opportunity and intense sci dada action adventure this feeling only lasts a few seconds then one goes back to everyday mundane thoughts watching the clock hands crawl and spin in their loop not feeling much at all thinking of friday night of big teardrop puppies tepid toner rugs highs bills to come what's on telly after supper and so on unto grey uk infinity // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]