Posthuman Blues

I just remembered something I dreamed last night: I was in a bookstore (big damned surprise) and I discovered that China Mieville's "The Scar" was out in mass-market paperback. I was thrilled.

Now, upon about two seconds' reflection, I'm struck by how utterly pathetic this is. Electrochemically triggered to produce a "good" dream, this is what my unconscious comes up with? This is the best it can do? I demand a new director.