I've Been Playing 'doom' For Some Years.

Every Day The Eye Is Subject To A Thousand Tiny Shocks As A Thousand Industries Compete For The Eye-kick, The Visual Hook That Will Lock The Consumer Into Product For That Crucial Second Where The Tiny - Or Not So Tiny - Leap Of The Imagination Is Made.

The Mist Hung In The Air Like A Prancing Unicorn.

Perhaps Living Souls Had Greater Phantom Powers Than The Dead.

The Modern Superstition Is That We're Free Of Superstition.

The Thing Is, When Everyone Is Trying To Persuade You That A Thing You Know To Be True Isn't Actually True, You Start To Believe Them: Not Because It Is True But Because It's Easier. It's Just The Easy Way Out.