CHESS AN' STUFF
olivermellors
I have just returned from an otherworld experience. Walking along a northern Alberta dirt road, I suddenly found my thoughts leaping to the place of my birth and the riverside where I first studied chess with the stork who had taken me there. I experienced an atavistic revelation: elsewhere there had been chess tournaments. I don't know where or when. Were storks the umpires and the players some weird carbon based life form? "Leko", "Anand", "Morphy" and "Kasparov": strange words with ethereal substance.
Now I find my mind fevered.
I fear an incubus. As I fall asleep.
Comments
Sounds like the result of man on man sodomy and a bad hit of acid.
geez rylde
interesting
"Sounds like the result of man on man sodomy and a bad hit of acid."
But, looking at the photo, what a perfect place for it.
Citizen G