Last night I dreamt that somewhere in Moscow an algorithm was growing fonder of war with America – or just somewhere. / by Dante Sacomani

On the 7:18 from Canterbury West to St. Pancras International I sat next to next to a guy who was reading the 2009 edition of the Ford Fiesta owners manual and taking notes in a small yellow notebook.

The guy with the manual was in the seat I sit in every day and like to refer to as mine. I didn't know what to make of him other than he had the look of a man who might own a broken down Ford Fiesta. Though he could have also just been someone who liked manuals. I am someone who understands the appeal of a good manual. 

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