"...We walked tight to each other through the golden gates and mirrored hallways and aisles of slots, past a sea of zombified tiny ancient white heads unaware that the unified bleeps and bloops they were composing with every spin of the slots mirrored the most modern music being burnt to disc today by kids even I feel out of touch with...."

einer dieser typischen Passagen in:
Chris Leo: White Pigeons, Fifth Planet Press, Atlanta, Sydney, 2004

Chris Leo? The Van Pelt, The Lapse, Sin Eaters...