Ramble through the hazy palace of your past, and into a cellar of gentle ruins where you collect memories of those pets that grew up with you, and grew old and frail and one day, died.  Bask in the portentous sadness of a wordless farewell, sweetened by the remembrance of the joy that was, and your ability to love, which is also the root of all your tears.  Now picture a dynasty of galactic shepherds whose flock is of planets and constellations, and of the races that thrived and decayed and perished therein, their affection and ache as great as yours, but stretched over aeons of blackness, interrupted by a blinding light, once in a while, once in a while.

Across which echoes a song like this.

Erik Enocksson – IV

Erick Enocksson’s Apan was published by Release the Bats in July. Order it here.

Forget the physical hassle of the Benthamite panopticon and enjoy the wonders of multidirectional surveillance through our Spook-Cloud^tm. A zillion dust-mote sized nano-sensors ride invisible layers of air to capture three-dimensional reality from all directions, and beam it into your brain so you don’t just know what is happening in the room, you ARE the room.

The corporate espionage demo that we are showing you today depicts a tableau of moody intrigue, two people in a room, staring at each other in silence, she holds an envelope in her hands, he smokes a cigarette, you fly through clouded skies. Compare the Spook-Cloud^tm feedback with a conventional CCTV or 3D diorama, static planes become dynamic vectors as we register thermal shifts and heartbeat BPM modulations, she blinks, our dust-mites skate over her retina, he breathes deeply, we slide through his respiratory system, into his heart eventually. It takes our software models less than a second to compute the truth: they are in love, they are doomed.

Castor – wait when breaking tablets

Castor has sent us an awesome bunch of abstract Phil Dick noire stuff, blurry snapshots from the hidden dub-lands that lay beyond the iron curtain. The image is from 50Watts.