desert

desert

But the desert wasn't real. It was the desert of the real. It was a digitally-manipulated hyperdocument that prided itself on its ability to link information so as to create paths of annotated destruction. Slowly, imperceptibly, the granulation inside Golam's brain was motorizing itself into some foreign terrain that one of his ex-student-lovers might have designed as a last ditch effort to avoid being forced to live on the streets.