“We were germs, it said, or we were dust.”
Tag: Philosophy
The Weak.
“TUESDAY: Almost lose an eye to a case of Toilet Duck.”
The End of Every Story.
“Death is looming at the end of every story ever told.”
The Fall and Rise of the Terrible Animals.
“Some three hundred thousand years after the Schöningen Spears marked the beginning of our perpetual arms race, we finally kicked it up a notch.”
A Moonlight Sonata.
“Here. Here remain the suffering dead. Listen and you will hear them, if the night is still.”
The Bones of This Land.
“The bones of this land are a conduit to a thing we cannot name; primal and endless, without beginning or end.”
ALL HAIL DISCORDIA! or The Anarchy Bridge.
“I arrived too late for Anarchy Bridge; too late for that freaked out array of anarchistic statements and surreal slogans, too late for the I have seen the fnords and the ALL HAIL DISCORDIA. Too late for all that.”
The Black Pad.
“The Black Pad is a wilderness seized, the urban sprawl of Wood End and Potters Green trapping it like a feral dog on a weakening leash.”
Death Is.
“A death, any death, is the death of a universe unique and novel and marvellous, an attitude, an outlook, a spark blinking out of existence for an eternity, with life now a jigsaw with a forever missing piece.”
The Cofa’s Tree. 