THE SEA BENEATH

I spent my first five years in a Legoland suburb of London at the end of the Piccadilly Line. I was born at home, 2am on a Tuesday morning, I believe, with a transparent membrane covering my head — a ‘cowl’, the midwife called it, explaining to my mother the traditional belief that a baby born like this could never drown, and should therefore spend his life at sea.

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CARRIE’S HYDRA

There’s more, of course. This abyss is apparently bottomless. Microscopy has revealed both the presence of graphene compounds in the shots, and its disastrous effects on the blood. But there was something else as well. R O Young’s micrographs appear to show the presence of a live parasitic organism in the contents of a Pfizer […]

BBC WHITE MARCHES (3) — IN PLAIN SIGHT

The music motif of the sculptures can be taken as symbolic of the hypnotic power of the new medium as a whole, not only its light entertainment wing. Even without the perverted subtext, the series reads like a parable of social engineering, the induction of a hypnoid trance that leaves its subjects isolated and vulnerable.

BBC WHITE MARCHES (2) — MEMORY-HOLE MALFUNCTION AT THE MINISTRY OF TRUTH

Anger against the BBC goes deeper than its role in spreading the government’s anti-scientific COVID-narrative. Shockingly, it seems that some people retain the faculty of memory and can recall things that happened before Year Zero of the Coviet Revolution. From September 2020 onwards, anti-lockdown protests and their aftermaths have included subsidiary demonstrations outside Broadcasting House, the […]