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It's a molten ball of nickel-iron -- the poison that kills fusion-powered nightlights -- coughed into the vastness and adopted by a mother half her age, a bright mother who has yet to catch the killer hemochromatosis. Silica rock and carbonates on top of that, oceans of saline plasma, then a couple feet of microbial processed carbonates, sulfoxides, and nitrates whipped into a meringue and crusted with a light frosting of asphalt, concrete, and a confection of threadsteel and glass.

On top of that, in the atmospheric interface of soil and space, coterminous with sixty miles of damp air and the first twenty or so thousand miles of space, is the realm of a lighter foam of ephemerality -- flitting taxis, rented hotdogs and sugar-crusted nuts, rented and flitting illusions of wealth, still dense enough (so far) to have not been boiled into space, or maybe trapped by a transient and perverse inversion layer, wrapped in lacework Kennelly-Heaviside foil and thrown back into the cooling coals for an ultra-slow slow roasting.

The flavors are so delicate and fleeting -- a layer of melt-on-the-tongue rice paper, pork-flavored candyfloss, sweetened smoke silked with capsicum and cinnamon and chocolate aromatics and topped with electrified air and magnetized vacuum -- capable of being vanished with a sneeze or slapped away forever with the wind of a careless backhand.

We all scuffle for a sniff as if, as if. As if we ourselves weren't particles in the aroma, waiting to be slapped away in a whiff of diesel fumes, dollars, and sausage-inna-bun with mustard. Where is the shadow of the hand?

Posted by Laszlo Q. V. St-J. Xalieri

11th Apr 2009, 22:10   | tags:

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Dhamaka says:

nice... and I love that the image turns the meaning right around


btw have you read Stross's Toast?

13th Apr 2009, 20:20

Thank you! :)

This is one of those images that would be a lot easier to see all of what's going on if it were much larger -- unfortunately this is now the only version thanks to my memory card going corrupt yet again... Not even two weeks since the last time. *sigh*

I haven't read Toast yet... What's it about? Where's the easiest place to find it?

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13th Apr 2009, 21:27

Dhamaka says:

Mine arrived from Amazon on Saturday although I suspect it has been out for years (Euphro will know). Normally I'd offer to send it over (read it today) but this book .. well... read it and you'll see

13th Apr 2009, 22:25

kristiyan says:

looks like information overload, cyberspace frame from virtual reality movie by William Gibson. Or just one of those "usual" scenery for the metropolitan cities.

Did moblog.co.uk remove the voting module, where we used to have this drop down menu awarding points to a photo? 10!

15th Apr 2009, 08:46

Dhamaka says:

big vote - :)
yes we've not had the voting thinggie for a long while

16th Apr 2009, 23:41

I hadn't even noticed the voting thingy was gone... But I do appreciate the 10 here. :)

I'll be placing an order for my copy of Toast as soon as my next paycheck clears.

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25th Apr 2009, 21:00