The pendulum of the earth sphere swings unimpeded. One week we lament the doom of women, the next it is fascinating. One week the politics of burgeoning spacenoids fills our dreams with revolutionary fire, the next it turns to ash in our mouths as we wonder what exactly we're fighting for. There can be no agreement, there can be no peace, there can only be the endless eddies of struggle and collapse, triumph and despair, as we drown in the tears of time.
Episode 41: Romantic Boat Races Among the Swans