Nothing tops Orson Welles’ voice.
There’s a fantastic story over at Policymic on how the evaporation of civil services in Detroit has led to a sudden explosion of essentially distributist business models. When the government utterly mismanages its obligations to its citizens, locals naturally step in and begin offering services that are cheaper, more efficient, and better strengthen the community.
“Saturn, whose name in the heavens is Lurga, stood in the Blue Room. His spirit lay upon the house, or even on the whole Earth, with a cold pressure such as might flatten the very orb of Tellus to a wafer. Matched against the lead-like burden of his antiquity the other gods themselves perhaps felt young and ephemeral. It was a mountain of centuries sloping up from the highest antiquity we can conceive, up and up like a mountain whose summit never comes into sight, not to eternity where the thought can rest, but into more and still more time, into freezing wastes and silence of unnameable numbers. It was also strong like a mountain; its age was no mere morass of time where imagination can sink in reverie, but a living, self-remembering duration which repelled lighter intelligences from its structure as granite flings back waves, itself unwithered and undecayed but able to wither any who approach it unadvised. Ransom and Merlin suffered a sensation of unendurable cold; and all that was strength in Lurga became sorrow as it entered them.”
On the same theme as my last post, here’s a time lapse video of Ben Sack drawing, by hand, an imaginary city so stunningly detailed I find myself at a loss.
Anyone with a love of maps, especially of the fictional or fantastic varieties, should have The Cartographers’ Guild bookmarked. Here are two great recent examples. The attention to detail is phenomenal. You can almost feel stories leaking out of them.