In the
Land Of Hesitant,
who needs
a stop watch.
Would you care to hear of this chap who tried so hard to disbelieve in genetic influences that he ripped out the seat of his best Sunday pants?
There’s a place I’ll bet you’ve never of: It’s a planet where the creatures have one name for daytime and another one for night.
The future is locked in a room just around the corner, and from it come noises which are, naturally enough, foreign to man and incapable of complete translation. (Such is what is, and also what is to come.)