The mechanism thus created periodically acts out post-modern notions of cosmology and then deconstructs itself. It has met with great admiration and no little puzzlement.
Surely you’ll agree that the planets order and control our destinies? They do not. Not at all? No. Then what does? Control our destinies, I mean. The only external forces that have any influence on us...
Silent, unseen, small cousin of death,Born this instant, closer than breath,Killer of thought, assassin of dreams,Memory's surgeon, the end of your schemes.
Delegation of hobs came out of the deep woods and, in a ceremony that dated back to the founding of the House, presented her with five blue jay feathers and a single perfect acorn. She repaid them wit...
It almost sounds sensible when you say it, Prince First-Born Splendor said. Even though I know better.
And he was young and joyful and in love and his sweetie was here with him, and she loved him, too. All the world was theirs and bright with possibility. So it couldn’t last. Who the fuck cared?
There is a logic to the shapes of lives and relationships, and that logic is embedded in the stuff of existence. The lover does not awake one morning convinced he would rather be an engineer. The musi...