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November 14, 2015

In the future a new world exists where citizens live in isolated, cell-like worlds where they have every need and desire fully catered for in order to survive completely alone.

Immunised from notions of personal contact, and with no experience of 'being with others' , George Winstanley starts to question what the politicians, scientists and philosophers have long told Gullervillians is sacrosant - that to live with others is impossible, that people are bound by codes and rules of separation and privacy as of necessity.

Man is no longer thought of as the 'political animal' or as having to live in a state of co-existence in Gullerville. There is no religion in Gullrerville, only Duration and the laws of duration. In Gullerville, it is duration rather than time that truly exists. Total duration repeats itself. Moments of duration are experienced but there are no clocks, no watches, nor any other forms of time devices in Gullerville.

Gullervillians know nothing of our words like 'loneliness', 'boredom' , 'anxiety', nor do they know of past, present or future.

George Winstanley will come to question these values and find out that a world once existed that was very different, where the social rules, written in stone in Gullerville, did not seem to exist, where men lived and worked together in shared communities.

Winstanley will get a chance to run from Gullerville with Serle, his Duration Warden. Together they will journey through the 'whiteness' and towards 'the community' where catastrophe awaits.
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Published on November 14, 2015 06:01 • 202 views

March 19, 2015

As Klein continued to traverse the walls of deep, bright green hedgerow, prodding and pawing as he fumbled his way along, looking outwards at intermittent intervals in the hope of catching sight of something to give him hope … somewhere to go … or even something to do … he came across a sign carved out into the hedge. The sign read:

Proceed to Station Marked M.

At first, Klein just stopped in his tracks and looked at the sign, trying to make sense of it. The sign had been carved out in black lettering, and was etched into a wooden board of about four feet wide and four feet long; it was tantalizingly placed at about head height to Klein, but no indication was given as to where or what the ‘station’ could be, or what it might be …

Out of a protracted period of silence, Klein heard a voice from behind him: ‘Mr Klein your hut is ready for you.’ The voice was a sort of grunting, almost inhuman voice, a voice that Klein could just about understand; but it had a powerful effect of making him divert his attention from the astonishing sign for a mere moment. As he turned around, he saw a disfigured man travelling at speed towards what looked like a small hut of some sort that had appeared maybe one hundred yards outwards from the edge of the hedgerow. The man had a pronounced hunched back and a distinctly dishevelled look; he was dressed in shabby clothes, and reeking so much that the wind which was blowing in Klein’s direction sent a foul-smelling odour towards him that only served to increase the total repugnance of the moving image that he could see scuttling off towards the hut. Klein noticed that the man was holding a basic-looking hammer (an unusual kind of flint hammer) and a bag of nails, and he was trying to conceal this fact by holding them close to his side.

As Klein looked in the direction of the hut, he could just about make out something radiating behind it, and, without having to think, he realised that it was the same arrangement of shapes and colours that he had beheld a moment ago. Klein looked to his left and then to his right, but he could not remember the specific location at the hedge where he had first caught sight of the collage; but, in any case, he thought he was sure in his mind that he had seen the collection of colours before … just now. The mish-mash of colours radiated glowingly from behind the hut; they were coming from a promontory that allowed the colours to travel quite a distance from their immediate proximity; the brightness and intensity contained something of an internal power source that was of a magnificence totally unbeknown to Klein; nevertheless, the colours registered as a drive – or a kind of pull on Klein – magnetically drawing him towards the hut. The colours were so bright and intense that the small hut now seemed merely something of an imitation in the foreground by comparison.
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Published on March 19, 2015 08:19 • 74 views

November 22, 2014

Chapter 1. The Landlord

Chapter 2. The Arrow

Chapter 3. Over the Stile

Chapter 4. The Feasters
The Strange Case of the Stoves
The Selected Ones

Chapter 5. The Maze
The First Hedge-Cutter
The Second Hedge-Cutter
The First Hut and the Vision of the Dazzling Illumination

Chapter 6. The Conversationalists
The First Hut Marked M.
The Second Hut Marked M.
Towards the Third Hut Marked M
The Third Hut Marked M.

Chapter 7. The Amazing Beehive

Chapter 8. The Man with the Frozen Beard

Chapter 9. Return to the Landlord
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Published on November 22, 2014 08:40 • 128 views

November 15, 2014

The grotesque man said nothing else, but kept walking with Klein in his grip. The man walked with such a limp, and a contorted gait, that Klein could hardly keep his balance, as they both weaved from side to side as a result of the swaying movements of the grotesque man’s stumbling and hobbling walking style. It was as if Klein was forced to wobble along in the same manner as the man; but all the time one thing remained constant, and that was the grotesque man’s firm, pincer-like hold on Klein’s arm. For a few moments the walk seemed aimless, completely empty, until almost out of nowhere, a hut, slightly bigger than the previous one, came into sight.

‘We are here,’ the Grotesque man grunted, at the same time as he released his grip on Klein’s arm. 'You can go in on your own; I am not allowed in this hut; I must go away now.' Klein watched as the man ran off, as if he was frightened of something about this second hut.
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Published on November 15, 2014 03:50 • 79 views

May 26, 2014

I glanced at the clock and noticed that my vision was becoming more and more blurred by the second. It was as if a little gust of wind had suddenly appeared, causing my eyes to squint, and draw small tears that trickled down the side of my face, the droplets weaving their way down my cheeks, hugging my skin, as they slipped their way down further and further - to eventually dissolve. The clock was undergoing a strange process of being stripped of all its normal features, slowly becoming a blank circle purged of its quantitative aspects, adding dramatically to this sense of absorption I was feeling, as I moved ever closer to losing sight of all the distinguishable features that made themselves visible. I couldn’t make out where this process started or ended, so densely connected was the whole architecture of my experience. All I really noticed was the deftness of the imaginary sequences, as they changed their shape and forced me to inquire ... but it was always too late to find anything. I flashed my eyes in another direction to clear my head; but when I returned to look at the clock face again, it had completely returned to its normal form replete with its repetitive motions involving the initial battery of digits on display.
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Published on May 26, 2014 01:24 • 75 views

March 30, 2014

The Place

By Nigel Hems


Chapter 1. The Landlord

Chapter 2. The Arrow

Chapter 3. Over the Stile

Chapter 4. The Feasters
The Strange Case of the Stoves
The Selected Ones

Chapter 5. The Maze
The First Hedge-Cutter
The Second Hedge-Cutter
The First Hut and the Dazzling Illumination

Chapter 6. The Conversationalists
The First Hut Marked M.
The Second Hut Marked M.
The Third Hut Marked M.

Chapter 7. The Amazing Beehive

Chapter 8. The Man with the Frozen Beard
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Published on March 30, 2014 07:20 • 103 views

March 20, 2014

Time and space as forms of intuition must, as significant conscious contents, presuppose a synthesis. Otherwise, the only contents available to the mind would be pure intuitions given to the mind as 'pure wholes' and thus completely undifferentiated (perhaps given to the mind as just considered wholes, or as mere thought entities). Space must first be identified and differentiated by a synthesis - a synthesis that has an action that allows it to compare pure parts of space in a primitive fashion, prior to the mind being involved in comparing objects.
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Published on March 20, 2014 14:48 • 104 views

February 10, 2014

By Nigel Hems



Chapter 1. The Landlord

Chapter 2. The Arrow

Chapter 3. Over the Stile

Chapter 4. The Feasters
The Strange Case of the Stoves
The Selected Ones

Chapter 5. The Maze
The First Hedge-Cutter
The Second Hedge-Cutter
The First Hut and the Dazzling Illumination

Chapter 6. The Conversationalists

Chapter 7. The Amazing Beehive

Chapter 8. The Man with the Frozen Beard

Chapter 9. Return to the Landlord
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Published on February 10, 2014 08:25 • 88 views

November 24, 2013

Mike began to light a cigarette. He had been silent for a while, but for exactly how long I couldn't be sure. He looked ready to say something again, something final, to close down his task...

'Look!' he said, only to pause again, as if something had finally made itself known to him. Why had he stopped at this point? Perhaps his preparations were mingling with something crucial at this moment; perhaps something was busy mingling with a stale kind of air that was un-recognised and untouched terrain, where migrations were kept to a bare minimum; but perhaps some dangerous ventures from this place could reap rewards, only they had to be kept simple, and concise, and ready to evacuate their intended vicinity if necessary ... Mike looked to be on the brink of pushing out these words, with a look in his eye that suggested he hadn't really contributed anything towards their appearance, as they went unmonitored, breaking their way through a sea of flesh-and-bone, recklessly, shooting their way through this internal maze and into life... These words would cautiously seek life, let themselves show up for me, move disconcertingly closer, as they shrugged off their still life status, almost ready ... having turned up, from somewhere ... especially for me.
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Published on November 24, 2013 08:46 • 83 views

November 16, 2013

The Place


By Nigel Hems


Chapter 1. The Landlord

Chapter 2. The Arrow

Chapter 3. Over the Stile

Chapter 4. The Feasters
The Strange Case of the Stoves
The Selected Ones

Chapter 5. The Maze
The First Hedge-Cutter
The Second Hedge-Cutter

Chapter 6. The Conversationalists

Chapter 7. The Amazing Beehive

Chapter 8. The Man with the Frozen Beard

Chapter 9. Return to the Landlord
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Published on November 16, 2013 07:32 • 122 views