On the Metaphysics of Experimental Physics, by Karl Rogers

read a chapter here . . .

I got my copy of Karl's book a couple of days ago, with this gorgeous aroma of crisp paper and ink (is that odd? some books and magazines smell amazing... does anyone else do that? books are the fruits of the soul some imagine, perhaps then you can tell if they are ripe just by sniffing them . . .) I have started a little, entering the cave of the shadow puppeteers but i daren't journey too far yet ... soon, when my mind is less preoccupied with other things . . .

listening to: Aphex Twin On