Blackout in America.
Blackout in South East England.
Blackout in Denmark and Sweden.
Blackout in Italy.
Maybe power failure en masse is one of the seven signs, and we just translated badly...
Mars continues to stare down on us every night, like a retreating cyclops, further away each evening but undeniably still there.
Watching.
Angrily.
Next week I'll be in New Zealand. Or Los Angeles. Or somewhere else anyway.
When I return to London David Blaine won't be in a perpex box. London will have (perhaps) survived another Hallowe'en.
Monday, September 29, 2003
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