The Clocks March
All they know is onward, only onward, piling broken and spent intervals onto the ever-increasing mountains of used-up time.
0 The Fool
Everything comes from nothing.
Attraction & Vulnerability
Her movements were all effortless grace and easy elegance.
Going Back to Scilly, via Penzance
The airport crew was pulling the sleepy planes out of their hangers. One was going through its morning calisthenics, engines full-throttle, brakes engaged, and noticeably shivering.
Automotive Angels
They sat streamlined and white with gleaming, gold brightwork instead of chrome.
A Few Cultural Differences
A towel with a temporary identification tag was provided for me as soon as I arrived.
World’s Skinniest Father Christmas
“Are you the real Santa Claus?”
“Why, yes, of course! Are you the real Sasha? Because I heard that there’s a little girl that dresses just like you saying she’s the real one.”
Vividness, Darkness, and Death at the Door
Around one o’clock in the morning we heard a sickening moan rise from near the front door, the kind that turns your blood cold.
Your Friend and Humble Servant
The story of a young Tunisian-Italian named Fayoum, his mysterious mormon penpal, and his disastrous love of alchemy.
The Wheel of Consent
I enjoy finding keys to understanding. When I find something that so concisely and clearly delivers useful knowledge, I take