Biodun Iginla

Dream-Time at the End of the World Biodun Iginla

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in rain... Time to die. --Blade Runner (1982) "Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times. Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems so limitless." --The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles You met Madorah Thompson at the 21 Club at 21 W 52nd Street in New York in August of 2014. Normally, you're not the kind of guy would be caught at a place like this. You both sat at different tables, each alone. She was extremely attractive, pretty even, and dressed in all black: fedora, blouse (showing her midriff) on top of a skirt and leggings, and combat boots. You were also dressed almost all in black: jacket, shirt over plaid your kilt, leggings, and combat boots, with two large gold hoops on each ear. And a cowboy hat. You also had gold bracelets on each arm, worn over the sleeves of your jacket. You glanced at each other briefly before the waiter came to take your orders. You decided to extend yourself, which you seldom do in New York. --Hi. --Hi yourself.