Three books in two days isn’t a mean feat, altho’
it’d seem a whole lot of concentrated reading, in
reality came without too much ballyhoo; you see
Science Fiction’s an escape from the mundanity
of everyday existence, a panacea if you want, to
what monotony beats - and in a rewarding way -
without straining anything but inherent credibility
in claiming some form of extraterrestrial source
Tho’ we don’t see it as outer space of course; its
related to inner scope of our natures - obviously,
or we’d be unable to understand a jot; and that’s
what reasons characters to be playing games of
patsy properly or the book gets tossed away for
the real thing dressed in the dramatic-authentic
So to explain my reasoning - you’ll have to see
the idea of jumping thru space-time isn't for me
hazy ambition when it is as credible as reading
three weird sci-fi books in two normal days …
© 14 July 2015, I. D. Carswell
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