# modern computing novel makes researchers feel as though moving through a thrift shop on a rainy night in chicago mothballs and old leather the cashier's cloying perfume all together neither sweet nor foul but calming almost welcoming yellowed florescent light fixtures above researchers flicker in and out feelings of safety as one passes by old vcrs and researcher books clock radio melancholy arising from within to begin to feel at peace as if rain drops hitting the thrift shop windows cease in a moment outside of megacity time not that they ever do just that look nevermind just keep moving on down the road these streets still wait for the return of an antihero // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]