I can't sleep. The operation is tomorrow and they want me well rested but what difference will it make, they take my body and split it up, giving out my organs to the highest bidder or the cutest kid on a crowdfunding site. What does it matter to me if my body is fatigued, I … Continue reading Museum Man
It was from the dust - the thundered dust! - that Mickey plucked us onto his easel - with spotless Hands! - to paint us anew. Glory, Glory, Glory to the Great Merciful Mickey and death to the traitor Zachariah and his followers. Death to Zachariah though we arrived here by his cursed Hand, by his vessel who … Continue reading The Gods must be naff
Chrysippus of Soli, so bold and clever, walked his bald head out for some sun. The warmth and cool breeze on its vast surface, he thought, would clear his mind of its burden - the invention of propositional logic - that he had just achieved. Brilliant as he was, Chrysippus did not consider the full … Continue reading The Death of Chrysippus
A man may have two ideas in his head at once, even if they contradict. But when he chooses to speak he must choose to say only one. Except this isn’t a story told by a man but by a highly developed chess engine, equipped with prose-notation to analyse military engagements from recorded history. In … Continue reading The Game of the Century
“O, wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae mony a blunder free us, An' foolish notion: What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, An' ev'n devotion!” … Continue reading O, sad case it was
When I was a boy my father gave me a puzzle which had thousands of pieces. And though I never completed it I still loved it all the same. Contrary to most children, as I got older I became more enveloped in childish things like the puzzle. I was a perfectionist. I had every part … Continue reading Scholia #2
The Vikings of Sunset drove their ship through the waves, down the golden path painted on froth and foam. This was so - because for centuries it had been. There, on the lip of night, they rowed toward that bright dagger without taking a break or sleeping. Their eyes had absorbed the sunset so that … Continue reading The Vikings of Sunset
