Whatever storm system brought the rain last night has blown out, and in its wake, the sky is clear and the trees have turned and there’s a stunning quality to the light as it moves toward evening—pola...
You’ve killed a hundred and thirty people, and you’re getting squeamish at sticking your finger up a girl’s ass? Some people pay to do it.
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As he had? An abby streaked into the clearing. Then another. And another. A fourth. Fifth. No more. Please. No—A group of five joined the others. Then ten more. Soon there were twenty-five of them mil...
Despite having warned himself she wouldn’t anticipate his actually making it back to the cavern. He hadn’t figured on it, assuming instead he’d run out of light and die of thirst, lost in the granitic...
A millennium without air or light pollution made for pitch-black skies. The stars didn’t just appear anymore. They exploded. Diamonds on black velvet. You couldn’t tear your eyes away.
A quick glance left and right.
A tenet of stoicism advises to live according to your nature. If you try to be something you aren’t, you’ll self-destruct.
And it’s the act of our observing the cat that kills it—or lets it live. And then it gets mind-fuckingly weird. Because those kinds of observations happen all the time. So if the world really splits w...
And maybe I can let go of the sting and resentment of the path not taken, because the path not taken isn’t just the inverse of who I am.
Aren’t we both lost in worlds that, for reasons beyond our control, no longer align with our identity?
As you’ll find with your son soon enough, letting go is the hardest, greatest thing we can do for them.
At this point, I’m not even sure what to be afraid of—this reality that might actually be true, or the possibility that everything is going to pieces inside my head.
Bartender. And though the word hadn’t been shouted, something in its tone implied a command that ought not be ignored. Clearly the barkeep picked up on it, too, because he was standing in front of Arn...
Because memory…is everything. Physically speaking, a memory is nothing but a specific combination of neurons firing together—a symphony of neural activity. But in actuality, it’s the filter between us...
Better to start off with the glad hand than a middle finger.
But like every important, defining moment in his life, it had all roared by too fast.
Can I just say what we’re all thinking? This is fucking weird.
Can’t do this. There were tears in her voice now, her throat clogged with emotion.
Children’s laughter—carefree, giddy, maniacal—filled the woods. A nightmare version of some game from his youth.
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