Simulacra-u-like
The other night, apropos of nothing at all, I realised that, of the four most awe-inspiring sights it has been my good fortune to behold:
- One was located within the confines of a frame at the National Gallery
- One was experienced via a computer screen*
- and one existed only in a dream. So there.
I notice the Nigerian bloke who paces up and down the lines of traffic on Glasnevin Avenue selling copies of the Herald to static motorists has diversified into strawberry-flavoured milk. Not, perhaps, the most logical avenue of expansion, but it's still a toss-up as to which of his wares provides customers with the sounder grasp of the day's events.
*Not goatse.cx. That barely scrapes the top ten.
- One was located within the confines of a frame at the National Gallery
- One was experienced via a computer screen*
- and one existed only in a dream. So there.
I notice the Nigerian bloke who paces up and down the lines of traffic on Glasnevin Avenue selling copies of the Herald to static motorists has diversified into strawberry-flavoured milk. Not, perhaps, the most logical avenue of expansion, but it's still a toss-up as to which of his wares provides customers with the sounder grasp of the day's events.
*Not goatse.cx. That barely scrapes the top ten.