J. G. BALLARD: The Cloud-Sculptors of Coral D "Later her portraits, carved in the whirlwind, were to weep their storm-rain upon the corpses of their sculptors." Fiction is like cloud sculpting, clouds as words, words as clouds, and we see the faces, the interactions, the cripples and the beautiful ones, the gliders of plot between, […]
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