The Horseman’s Dream: A Tale of Conspiracy, Corruption, Cruelty and Conditioning in Post-Disaster Britain
It’s taken me nearly 20 years to write The Horseman’s Dream: its origins lying somewhere in the ashes of the Twin Towers and the ensuing maelstrom of disinformation. It’s about something good that still exists in a bad world. This is the best story I can come up with to frame the notion of a…
Echo Chamber
Goodnight, my love, Sleep well in your chamber, See you in a while, You’ll be in no danger, From the voice that dares ask, Any question at all, To the strong and the stable, Of their thirst for our thrall. Goodnight, my love, Your skin has grown paler, Behind the chamber’s glass, You’ve become your own jailer, Closing the…
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