woolf-beach

September 7, 2024

Meanwhile the shadows lengthened on the beach; the blackness deepened. The iron black boot became a pool of deep blue. The rocks lost their hardness. The water that stood round the old boat was dark as if mussels had been steeped in it. The foam had turned livid and left here and there a white gleam of pearl on the misty sand.

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“McLuhan’s dreams of a global village have pretty well come true. What he never predicted is the nervousness of the viewer’s response to all this.”

J. G. Ballard

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