Saunders waded even deeper. This time he floated on his stomach, observing through the transparent pool floor a flock of people who were most likely unaware that he was their omniscient god.
Read MoreI love my Digi-cam
Read MoreIn her novels and private correspondence, the gap was narrowed. What was human became animal and what was animal became human.
Read MoreNothing comes from nothing, And so Prometheus toiled: I must change your life.
Read MoreFor the first time in years, he decides to stop digging.
Read MoreToday Milan Kundera died; and forty years ago, a different student entered his world of middle-aged fever-dreams.
Read MoreWe are player, viewer, voyeur, flaneur, spectator, and character all at once.
Read MoreI am terror, peril, and spectre, all at once.
Read Morewhat it is to become a dream.
Read MoreThe mountains will bare themselves and our hands will receive.
Read MoreAs hard as I try to remember, from no part of my being can I summon a reason for me being here.
Read MoreGenerally speaking, I came out pretty well! Well, except my brain fell out of my head.
Read MoreOhm // ohm // ohm
Read MoreI am just another pothole, // Feeling the weight of // That other invisible world // As it passes over me
Read MoreTo glean your teeming brain // It needs harvest // Or will rot
Read MoreI am fascinated by a specific benefit AIs have for literature which, unlike in chess, is not harnessed enough.
Read MoreIt’s 5.30am. You and the rest of the inter-B’s netball team are huddled on a coach in the dark.
Read MoreWhat would the hill be but a dried steppe // On the falling back of an afternoon
Read MoreI often dream of Lutīyā the cosmic whale.
Read MoreMy beloved has gifted us this water of life / This ocean which has the power to create or destroy / Yet in it we blindly place our trust
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