I was here. I was not. I am here. Hi.
Quantum Gustave... Hi...
Hey e y.
I've been immersing my brain into audiobook versions of WG's work for the past week and some. The hoped for rewiring of my wetware seems to be happening now. Strange sensation.
Stranger still are the sections, elements, ephemera of his imaginings that are now, thanks to entropy and the 4th dimension, quaint. Like stubs of a lost world with abandonware tech bubbling up from applied practical innocence.
Yabba dabba do.