Cockroaches in Manhattan
I'm on a ferry or boat with a bunch of people I don't know. They look like a cast from a movie, or survivor audition. We're heading over to an island, not a tropical one but something more like Manhattan, I think we're in New York.
On the island we begin to go down a long flight of stairs. It's like the entrance to a subway, a long metal tube plunging into the earth, and as far as we go there's still farther to descend. It takes all day.
At night we come up. We're being held here by these creatures - aliens, maybe? that operate out of a corner store, and we go and smash the windows of it, then run back to our subterranean lair. After we smash the windows someone says that we should call pest control, and looking back at the shop we can see this black ooze coming out of the window, there's no sign of the aliens or malevolence that's keeping us hostage, I expect to see a flood of cockroaches pouring from the building but there's nothing....
There's nothing we can do, if they catch us they'll kill us, or worse, but if they don't catch us and we live with them we'll live forever. We just want to be free.
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Secret Chamber in the National Library of India
They've discovered a secret chamber (~1000 sq ft) in the National Library of India. No word as to what it contains, but speculation ranges from a treasure room to a torture chamber. The history of the building allows for both. Read more here.
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16th Century Reliquary Found in Essex Field
By a four year old metal detecting, no less (with a little help from his father, but that's not nearly as interesting a headline...).
Read more here.
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Damned objects of sentiment
And there's the first swap. The cigar god is gone, the person calls, wants to tell me what they have to swap but I cut them short, that's not the purpose.
That's not the porpoise...
Ironic, foreshadowing.
And he comes, I see him through the window, he opens and inspects his new acquisition, leaves his offering in place, and I watch my window, waiting for him to go and then waiting a little longer because I don't want to seem to eager.
It makes these -20 degree nights a little more exciting.
When I've waited a while, long enough that I don't entirely look like a nerd, I go and get my offering.
It's a statue, carved wood as well, about 8 inches tall, 4 by 2 inches at the base, of a dolphin leaping from the water. Or porpoise.
It's not "small", or as small as I was hoping, but I could live with this. Well, no, I couldn't, but it's a crap shoot out there and I appreciate that this is the chance you take...
But he's attached a little note, that his grandfather has carved this, and how would my karma be if I tried to trade this on? And now I'm stuck with it. Damned objects of sentiment.
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