Keep It Regular
Poes pose. He watches them morph into ravens. Rabid old men at writing desks. Pendulum swings; maskers dressed in red. In through the mirror, the collapsed and collapsing and uncollapsed house of cards. This may be the event horizon he had been…
One of the greatest things I ever did for myself in terms of my writing was to build a structure within which I could monitor and make explicit the links between the different stories that I am telling. Being able to see…
His uncle had suffered from Terminal since it was released into the borg community ten years back. They called the symptoms stutter and flare – the borg’s attention hooking into a feedback loop that might deliver a period of clarity. Blue eyes…
veil your failure in lies that will become your jailer a bespoke suit from a tailor who hides from themselves backs it all up on the shelves makes them ready to topple as soon as you stop all the movement and revelation…
How much can you do, and how much are you doing? I often ask myself this, and I am often asked this by those I work with, and those I work for. I get asked by those who I am surrounded by.…
I don’t like the idea that what I write is the product of what I read, or what I watch, or the childhood I had, because that makes all these works I produce little more than the end product of a causal…
float the pomp above the swamp isn’t it a farcical romp? all the money we have spent to feed the greedy one percent this is happening it is not happening your live transmission has great views no, i’m sorry, that’s fake news…
Fragment Mirror. Time collapsed through shrinking rings, a swallow throat spiral into some notional basement place. There were maps on the wall, autopsy pictures. You had to step out of time and the causal line in order to see where you might…
slide into ugly or the ant’s nest kicked a paused moment where you search for a new map to understand this alarm waking you to something else flags badges hats unplugging chameleon facades naked howling parades the ignorance on placards the glory…
She judged the distance and the amount of force it would take to knock him out, and then she punched him very hard in the face. Why the hell would someone give an AI this much computing power and then expect it…