Nine crossings in the north west ranked by dignity retained, with the real technique hidden inside the jokes and one thing I refuse to be funny about.
Stolen harpoons, stolen chloroplasts, disposable genitals, and a slug that throws away its own body and grows another. None of it looks planned.
0,0 is three kilometres of open water in the Gulf of Guinea and the busiest coordinate on Earth. Why zero and nothing keep collapsing into each other.
One graffito turns up on three Pompeian walls and it is a complaint about graffiti. Real CIL numbers, bad spelling, and why I take the walls into class.
You've read everything.