Paul H Williams, Solaris, 2010
One morning I awoke to find everything obscured by a thick roiling mist. It seemed to have a life of its own; sometimes moving slowly sometimes quickly. I could smell the sea and I realised that that was where it had come from. I stood on the balcony with the clouds drifting about me. I thought of home and, for a while, it was as if I was floating between two Successive bursts of static came through the headphones, against a background of deep, lowpitched murmuring, which seemed to me the very voice of the planet itself. Stanisław Lem (Solaris) Abstracted, Mason invented some tale to satisfy her, then carried his coffee into the study and stared at the morning haze which lay across the rooftops, a soft lake of opacity that followed the same contours as the midnight sea. The mist dissolved in the sunlight, and for a moment the diminishing reality of the normal world reasserted itself, filling him with a poignant nostalgia. JG Ballard (Now Wakes the Sea)
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