Feels appropriately surreal today:
On the morning after the storm the body of a drowned giant was washed ashore on the beach five miles to the northwest of the city.
– J.G. Ballard, The Drowned Giant (1964)
Feels appropriately surreal today:
On the morning after the storm the body of a drowned giant was washed ashore on the beach five miles to the northwest of the city.
– J.G. Ballard, The Drowned Giant (1964)
