Thursday, April 30, 2020

Dreams are composed of many things, my son. (Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door)

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Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve seen butterflies made of light. I know they’re not real, they’re a medical condition caused by some t...
Wednesday, April 22, 2020

In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. (Cowboy Funk)

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Wednesday, April 15, 2020

What, snow that can remember? (Waltz for Venus)

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Stella Bonnaro lived a good life. Not the best life she could have imagined for herself, but a good one nonetheless. She helped those who...
Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Where’s Your Passport? (Half-Life Vr But The AI Is Self-Aware)

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I… I have no idea how to write about this. Usually when confronted by such a task, I end up going mad and writing poetry or doing some art ...
Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Are you “My Dad?” (Sympathy for the Devil)

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All that remains from the day of the Astral Gate Incident are snippets— fragments of conversations with contexts long forgotten, lost to ...
Monday, April 6, 2020

I'm Not Going to Compete With a Ghost (The Black Archive #42: The Rings of Akhaten)

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Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun, kill my enemies! Will Shaw is an interesting critic. He's not as structurally daring as, say, Elizabeth Sa...
Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Symbols have meaning and power, but it won’t always be the same for every person in every context. (Mish-Mash Blues)

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The greatest respect a writer can give their readers is to not write anything that they expect. -Goethe Part 1 A hearty breakfast ...