Foglines chapters 9 & 10

  We arrived at the theatre a little before eight. Rory paled. Street looked a bit like a war or a gang zone. Or a bit of both. A couple of abandoned cars at the corner, windshield smashed, snow piling inside. The theatre itself was a late XIXth century affair that probably featured operas and…

Foglines chapters 7 & 8

7 I got to The Paper early. No fog. Just snow. That was normal. Checked the NWB. The competition. All mostly in line. No fog forecast whatsoever… One thing I learned in Oxbridge: when in doubt, go back to basics. Search for fog. Boogle time! Fog: Condensed water vapor in cloudlike masses lying close to…

Foglines chapters 5 & 6

And I saw another angel Fly in the midst of heaven – Revelation 14:6     I took the Tube to the Blue Coat, on 3rd  and Bloomberg. Got out at the station. Flakes of snow in the street. A white Babylon. Not too cold. No fog. I arrived a little after 9:00 PM. The…

Foglines chapter 4

Bethlehem the bridegroom, Babylon the bride. Great Babylon was naked Ah! She stood there trembling for me And Bethlehem inflamed us both – Leonard Cohen, “Last year’s man,”   I arrived late at The Paper, though it’s only a couple of stations away. I could have walked but it was too bloody damn cold. Too…

Foglines chapter 3

It’s 5 AM in Babylon. As I look out my window on that cold February morning, the fog is piling up greyish layers on 32nd Street, weaving grey plumes and dotted lines from the sidewalks to the lamp-posts and back, covering up the garbage piles and the snowed-in cars. As much as I’ve lived in…

Foglines Chapter 2

Raphaela and the Doc let a few minutes go by. Just to make sure the Boss would not make a surprise come-back. They leave the Lab in silence. Board the elevator. Looking at the roof. At the floor. When they get back to the Doc’s office, thirty-seven floors above, Raphaela asks:        …