Joanne McNeil's lovely review nudged me into reading New York 2140 and I'm really glad. There are themes that many here would enjoy; dark pools, cities, air ships, New York topography, disaster, submarines, dredging, a plausible end to late stage capitalism. And the watery themes of the novel seemed to seep into the way I was reading it. The Kindle/iPhone/Echo/Audible infrastructure is now sufficiently oiled that I was sliding easily between reading text, listening to the audio or lying in bed muttering 'Alexa, play audible' and the book just carrying on where I'd just finished reading. It felt fluid.
It made me wonder what London would be like under another 50 feet of sea level and, of course, Stamen had the answer. And it reminded me of my own tiny speculations at Russell Square Farm, a twitter account I've been occasionally adding to since the summer of 2012. My only rules are I can only update it when I'm in Russell Square and I'm not allowed to look back at the stream to remind myself of the story. So there is no story.
(There are currently 269 of you. 269 is the area code for Kalamazoo which, due to its exotic and euphonious name has ended up in more songs that the average place in South Western Michigan.)