tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481691725314537521.post4571218924324217858..comments2023-09-20T14:34:21.102+02:00Comments on Postcards from the Gods: Forest Fringe at the Gate – 11Andrew Haydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05568061302451610140noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481691725314537521.post-20209926246782491362012-04-21T00:47:11.230+02:002012-04-21T00:47:11.230+02:00It's weird how Deborah's piece on the futu...It's weird how Deborah's piece on the future seemed to engage with the past so much. And how, by predicting these moments in the future, she managed to create some sort of nostalgia to me as a spectator, probably because by saying these things she made them register as "past". (So, perhaps a predictable future can be a quite nostalgic thing.)What this piece did too was to make us alert of time. To notice time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com