tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27036557.post1003479858365985032..comments2024-01-17T21:01:19.732-08:00Comments on abandonedbuildings: Letters: On HarmonySean Bonneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01249091680381502755noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27036557.post-15319925523542350932012-07-08T16:15:14.098-07:002012-07-08T16:15:14.098-07:00Thanks very much, Brad. Always nice to hear that p...Thanks very much, Brad. Always nice to hear that people are actually reading my things, and finding them of interest. It means a lot to me, I can sometimes feel a little isolated out here . . .Sean Bonneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01249091680381502755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27036557.post-35021303557583171632012-06-21T10:32:38.972-07:002012-06-21T10:32:38.972-07:00Hi Sean,
A friend of mine recently sent me a copy...Hi Sean,<br /><br />A friend of mine recently sent me a copy of your book <em>Happiness</em>, with a note that read, "I think you will like this." I did, very much. Such a wonderful book. I'm very pleased now to know of your work (& blog), and look forward to reading more. <br /><br />I've been circulating this bit, as a teaser for others. "We flattered ourselves we were in on some secret, we kidded ourselves that ferric aristocracies were not patrolling our networks, patrolling us on pure lymph level. As in a blockage on all major routes in and out of the city. As in electric pink. Or the kind of fucker who would squeal on the gallows." Brilliant stuff.<br /><br />Cheers.Bradhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07303975097082135649noreply@blogger.com