Passage #361: 20 July 2016
Ah, the dog says of summer have arrived. It is hot -- so hot! Well, pretty hot anyway. Hot enough that it would be a good time for a stroll in the night air, at least. But of course the city is now so overrun with neotenous virtual creatures and their would-be captors that one can scarcely maneuver the sidewalks. Before long, there will be no room to walk at all amidst the writhing mass of flesh and pixels. Much safer to ride bicycles, we think: more leisurely; more Sirius.