Anglepoised Notes

The House of Rumour

Fleming saw the House of Rumour as the image of an intelligence service; we can know it now as an ancient vision of the internet. The haunt of credulity, rash error, empty joy and unreasoning fear. The world whispers stories to itself. This is what conspire means: to breathe with.

Jake Arnott, The House of Rumour

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Paul Love

Written by Paul Love who lives and works in Edinburgh building useful things.