But then you get actual nazis actually ADVERTISING on Twitter.

Lol. We're all going to die, aren't we?

Or something like that. Something post-rocky. Something balefully post-rock.

Nearer to you, the voice of an old, male, civil servant recites random passages from a biography about Noel Coward. He speaks in a language you *think* you understand, but the closer listen, the less certain you are. Is it gibberish? Is the gibberish *you*?

it was probably a link to that.

But imagine being trapped in a tiny, airless windowless room. Off in the extreme distance, muffled and muddy, comes the sound of drums being played badly, and flanging wildly. So far away you think it might be an echo of a dream you once had.

I meant to include a link in that, but I can't find it.

And I can't remember what it was a link to.