On second thought, fuck you Puck Podcast, for minimizing misogyny and sexism as trivial problems that obviously only a “not attractive” female would waste time on in a world filled with bigger problems.
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But to put that another way, the ground was so solidly packed with the interlocked skeletons of 17th-century victims of the Great Plague that the Tube’s 19th-century excavation teams couldn’t even hack their way through them all. The Tube thus had to swerve to the side along a subterranean detour in order to avoid this huge congested knot of skulls, ribs, legs, and arms tangled in the soil—an artificial geology made of people, caught in the throat of greater London.
i read shit like this and think what could my imagination possibly have to add
like how do i write something about london that’s weirder than london already is?
I feel like Aaronovitch’s Rivers of London series is doing exactly that - taking advantage of the pre - existing weird of London. Plus magic.