I’ve seen America…

… and it looks like the Geelong Road.



Cables Bar and Grill.

“Do you want a whole bottle of Pinot grigio? I’ll have to check and see that’s ok.

Cables came recommended by a local with a walrus moustache. “It’s the only place to eat in town.”

“What sort of food?” I asked.

“American,” was the reply.

And indeed it was American.


Philip K. Dick’s ashes are interred in Fort Morgan. It is hard to imagine a less post-apocalyptic berg than Fort Morgan. Dick’s interment in Fort Morgan is one of those monuments to weird possibility.


I guess that’s the story of life: what you most fear never happens, but what you most yearn for never happens either. This is the difference between life and fiction. I suppose it’s a good trade-off. But I’m not sure.

— Philip K. Dick


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