Malo Gledhill has the “how in God’s name is this working?” charm of Robert Hass, and with an exorbitant amount of tact, composes this surreal magnum opus of nonsense, physics, dry hilarity and self-loathing.
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Malo Gledhill has the “how in God’s name is this working?” charm of Robert Hass, and with an exorbitant amount of tact, composes this surreal magnum opus of nonsense, physics, dry hilarity and self-loathing.