I have been mistakenly putting up on Ellis Gold small essays meant to be put up here. I will move them across when Annie, who knows how to do this, comes home from TAFE. To my aghast impoverished fans, like Dali, my sincere apologies.
I note that Alexander the Great has been found, about two blocks from where, for seventeen hundred years, it was persistently thought he was.
If it takes seventeen hundred years to go two further blocks in search of something as notable as the world’s most famous warrior/king, and seventy years to find the Titanic exactly where it was always known to be, give or take half a mile, how, in the entire fucking Indian Ocean, one eighth of the fucking planet, will we ever find MH 370?
Why are we spending all this money, enough to save Holden, on this two-hemisphere wild goose chase?