No, I Don’t See What You’re Saying.
Sunbeams speared the small clearing like theatrical spotlights, filled with drifting dust and tiny dancing flies. On a moss-covered hillock…
Endgames and Self-Therapy
“If we ever make it, we’ll wonder how on earth we could have been so stupid as to waste our time turning like cogs in a machine whose only purpose was to keep running – the Emmett Machine of Modern Life.”
All Through The House
“The object was facing to my left – at least, based on my assumptions about what it was. Its front had a curved underside, rising up. The dark bulk of the rest of it was less distinct, but could easily have been a seat.”
