“You of all people,” the void communicated. “Out of everyone, it is you I love the most.”
Philip K. Dick, Valis
There Will Come Soft Rains
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Frontispiece – There Will Come Soft Rains The Daily Routine Burnt Silhouettes Here Come the Warm Jets Only Silence The Unwritten Postscript – The Raindrops On Your Skin
Surface. Signal. Structure.
The New Poetics 