‘At a point, however, of the increased richness of my now gloriously foul dung-heap, and my ever more blatant sunlight, my fly-life has developed into forms that have little semblance to the fly of my normal dung-heap (splendid phrase) and my equally “normal” sunlight.’

William Hope Hodgson, ‘The Psychology of Species’



rejectamentalist manifesto


China MiĆ©ville’s waste books

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‘A principal rule for writers, and especially those who want to describe their own sensations, is not to believe that their doing so indicates they possess a special disposition of nature in this respect. Others can perhaps do it just as well as you can. Only they do not make a business of it, because it seems to them silly to publicize such things.’


                Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

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London’s Overthrow.

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