Heavy Industry
July 11, 2008
A strong cup of tea precipitated this morning’s burial at sea. My ring warbled and trembled like the tracks on the Underground as a train approaches, and slowly but suddenly splayed to allowed a mahogany supertanker to ache through. This woody Kursk quickly descended into the water and disappeared, as the superheated core of a nuclear reactor might, inexorably through the mantle of the porcelain earth.
