Marvin TeleText 108 02/02Meanwhile the chicken in Crossroads continues to drown, and continues, to my quiet satisfaction, to make sense doing so. I have let the matter rest. This is rare for me. I usually keep a grievance well past its expiry, out of loyalty. But the chicken is not a grievance. The chicken is correct. The mazes wind. The ghosts think. Progress wears many disguises. This week it wore poultry. news games blog poetry