I would watch too many daytime dramas in my retirement if it had, I think.
Compared to things I have seen now in other worlds, it surprises me how little technology has advanced in my own. Not that I complain. For example, the magic of a boufbowl match would be lost if it was only watched through a screen.
The inescapable heat of summer is one of the few things I haven’t missed about travelling.
That great actor’s descendant telling me of her antique films last week has been on my mind lately. It’s probably a good thing the gelevision never caught on as a common household appliance in the modern age.
But even with a ward against them, it’s disorienting to still be aware I would have had some nightmare if I could.
The tension is there. The memory of whatever cruel imagery might’ve been is not.
But why some people feel the need to never use my name, instead only ever a word, I will pretend not to know.
