I noticed after writing without due care - I had made numerous typos in the earlier blogs - I know for example that terracotta in the flash fiction "Sludge" has two r's, and I also realised that the apostrophe should be after the s in the plural form, as in Danes'. I just typed away, carelessly - in a neo-hard-boiled way, without a damn, leaving or rather obligating the reader to pick up the tab. That amounts to a form of omission. Why would the reader want to work hard and correct mentally what has been written in a rush? This job used to be the work of the compositor and editor. They of course would scream foul if you mucked up continuously. Nevertheless, they were there as a support for the reckless writer. Indeed, if you read the King's English by Fowler (a pun here?) you will discover that the compositors actually had sway over correct usage. I wish I spent more time on these "efforts" of mine. I can see why one can write an essay and essay a mountain. Much work in both. I really admire the works of the Eighteenth century. Steele and Addison (sound like a 1970's cop duo with permed hair styles and London accents) were supreme here. I love their essays - you can read them again and again, even hundred years after their composition. I doubt if one could do that with the articles today (mine included!). Imagine reading this in the year 2222! I am not convinced people will read as we do. If Ray K and his neuroscientists have their way, we shall see computers installed in our heads either as units connected to the auditory nerve, or actually replacing our brains ( module by module). People will in 2222 have access to huge amounts of information, however they will have much reduced working memories of their own. They ironically will not need to remember or even think much. Their contribution to the cognitive process will be decision-making and being empathetic. There will be no typos or omission. Everything will be word perfect. Yet only the computers will concern themselves with this. Maybe there might occur spates between computers of different generations. "Do you realise you made a nanonano error to the nanonano?" Like Arthur C. Clarke, I would like to personify these computers, help naturalise them, and call them "Steele and Addison". Years back I wrote a story about an intelligent toilet on a transsiberian express. The hero after entering the toilet to answer a call of nature, discovered that the toilet would not open the door unless he answered several questions. All quite Delphic. I read, and shouldn't I indent or something here, No! that UFOs are being regularly spotted in the skies over China. I swear one of them looked like a Raymond Loewy designed camper. Anyway, I am sure they are just failed rocket tests, like the ones over Norway. Aliens have better places to visit. Who in their right mind would want to come to our planet! While unwilling to believe in UFOs or religion (though I can see the benefits), I do like to do a spot of time travel. I share the same birthday as Wells. Time travel is fun. It is much cheaper than essaying the solar system. What I do is pick up a book from another period. Even a dictionary as the one in the image. I then just read. Really, it is like travelling back in time. Very cheap and with no risks. No chimpanzees died in my attempts to finish a book. However, the carbon print is not so good. But, here I can at least argue that cathedrals and castles were responsible for greater destruction to forests than books (at least for some centuries).