And this little fish is tired of swimming. It might have a bit with the gas mask to do. But above all it swam to a newly founded paper for Green News, where I knew the founder a little, but others knew him better, so swim on, poor little fish. Then it swam all across the Atlantic to a New York fanzine where pitching is encouraged. In vain. After swimming back to me it is now rather tired, and begs to rest its weary fins here on this blog. Voilà.
