SEMIOPOLIS
Szczepanski (but was that really his name?) gazed blankly at the screen of his computer. An ice-blue icosahedron in perpetual motion was tumbling slowly through sidereal space, randomly revolving to display its twenty facets and playfully bouncing off the walls of the screen, set on its course for all eternity. As he surrendered himself to the geometric fatality of the figure’s trajectory, losing himself in a warm narcotic trance, Szczepanski realized he wouldn’t at all mind being that icosahedron. (more…)
