Dr John2005:
Diary, 24 - 30 October 2022
Dr John2005:
What Do I Look Like?
Dr John2005:
Like Anyone Around Us.
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Where Are We?
Dr John2005:
We Don't Know Who We Are Now.
Dr John2005:
You're Looking For A Story.
Dr John2005:
Forget What You've Seen.
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The Outside World Becomes A Bigger Cell.
Dr John2005:
I Didn't Recognise Our Street.
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Where Are We?
Dr John2005:
In An Ancient City of Analogue Ghosts.
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There But Not There.
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Zeno's Paradox
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You Become Nobody.
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Euros in Utopia
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Real, unreal? It's honestly beyond me. All I'll remember is the smell of decay. What is sordid realism anyway?
Dr John2005:
I heard a voice right before I saw you: `Are you lost?'
Dr John2005:
Everything will remain closed until nightfall, when the Observatory opens yet again in the expectation that the extraterrestrials will finally arrive to save the republic.
Dr John2005:
Since Then ...