
ALT Panel one Two scientists walk across the campus. A man in a scarf and a woman who is walking her dog.j “So, everyone’s talking about this new project in your department…” Says the man. “Are they?” Replies the woman. Panel two “Something about non-human communication enhancement, I heard…” Continues the man. “We’re not supposed to talk about it.” Says the woman. Panel three. “Can’t you tell me anything?” Asks the man “You’ll find out when we publish, but it’s pretty big news.” Replies the dog.

ALT Text: The great writer’s words have become so valued that not one can be wasted. Image: the writer sits typing at his desk Text: Discarded papers are retrieved, reassembled and catalogued Image: the writer has torn up some paper and thrown it into the waste basket, it has been taped back together and reads “milk, bread, loo roll” Text: Archivists curate every utterance, mutter or exclamation. Image: the writer sneezes and an assistant notes down the word “achoo” Text: Solitary dog walks are monitored with long-distance microphones Image: The writer speaks to his dog and a figure in a bush records the words “who’s a good boy” Text: Even night-time mumblings are diligently recorded and transcribed Image: the writer is in bed and beside him is a cumbersome tape recorder which is capturing his words “anvil…jam…horse” Text: His oeuvre of five novels and a book of poems is appended by one hundred and forty three posthumous volumes of additional material. End.












