# notstories like shards fabricated splinters of unidentifiable origin one does not read such texts so much as insert them into current research slots hot chrome slivers of artificially produced experience now long escaped meaningful connection persisting only through casual indifference and repetition micro dramatic pocket cinema of alienation with no quotidian magic tales of office clerks and library assistants such shards seem to belong to tacitly understood folk archive sharp edged correctives to neo romantic mytho geographic takes on the net's quirky electronic blandscape // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]