| From the 1959 science fiction novel of the same name, by John Wyndham. The nasty triffids are at the perimeter gate. It’s scary but exciting, better than no emotion. I wonder if they can be befriended. I wonder if monsters like these have a day off each week and if so what they do – a hobby? golf? family time? a bet on the horses? stand up comedy? chores? what? |
