Abstract / Description of output
Hiking towards the saltmarsh at dusk, I pause, confused, as the footpath seems to disappear into a long stretch of shallow muddy water, shining as it reflects the light of the setting sun. Then I notice a line of stepping stones, visible only because their rough texture just ruffles the bright smooth surface of the water. And I set my pace to the rhythm of the stones, and walk on across the marsh to the sand dunes beyond.
Reading the watery marshland is a conversation with the past, with people I know nothing about, except that they laid the stones that shape my stride, and probably shared my dislike of wet feet.
Reading the watery marshland is a conversation with the past, with people I know nothing about, except that they laid the stones that shape my stride, and probably shared my dislike of wet feet.
| Original language | English |
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| Title of host publication | What to Think About Machines That Think |
| Publisher | Harper Perennial |
| Number of pages | 1 |
| ISBN (Print) | 9780062425652 |
| Publication status | Published - 2015 |
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| Publisher | Harper Perennial |