I Know Just How He Feels
I love dinosaurs. I have a lot to say about them, particularly about new research that turned up a logarithm error in the statistical model traditionally used to estimate their body mass.
The Worst Kind of Mystery
They’re looking at me like an already-open door greets a sleepwalker in the morning; like evidence of a life secret even from myself.
I Require the Clouds to State Their Intent
Today I found out that Carl Sagan thought clouds, under the right circumstances, could become living things. With intelligence. *With intelligence.* Holy shit.
This is the Grave of Bohumil Hrabal
This is the grave of Bohumil Hrabal, who wrote, “Wandering through the streets of Prague, I switched on my X-ray eyes and peered down through transparent pavements into the sewers….”
Brand New Monster
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