Compression: Ross McMeekin
“When I was a kid, I used to love those tough little spongy dinosaurs you left it in a pool of water so they’d grow to five times their original size. There was something wonderful and magical about leaving triceratops in a bucket then coming back a half hour later to discover this gross, heavy, gelatinous mass of dinosaur, ready to menace action figures and host bacterial spores in its engorged pores. Skillfully compressed literature offers me a similar satisfaction. It slowly expands in my mind after I read it, and keeps drawing me back in for more looks, to see what it has become. Also, like those dinosaur sponges, something in compressed literature’s form and content is emblematic of an ancient, buried, timeless truth; it points to some huge massive collection of bones in need of excavation.” — Ross McMeekin
