Report, if you have a problem with this page“ we roar along the rust belts——the great red spot——the polar vortex——the caress of solar flares——ruffle the molten methane and ammonia oceans of me——the storm-riven non-surface of me and mine——that which you call skin——a threadbare term to describe where I stop and others begin—— ”
Yann Rousselot
From : Dawn of the Algorithm
