issue 5
The day does not conclude with the gentle exhale of the earth, but with Mother Superior flipping the hourglass over, again.
My new neighbor is making a violin from a cigar box. He got the cigar box from a guard. The guard, presumably, got it from outside the Fence.
Even from this distance I could go out
the door it would bang shut and crumble
another self emerges between assignments, to follow the dog into winter dusk and watch the snow fall. Not sociable, but perceiving
I slumped in front of a massive desk, a passive patient corroded with failure and dread.
We found in his suitcase T-shirts, his siddur, gifts he bought for his grandchildren…
When Laika the space dog comes back, bulleted to earth in a tiny white escape pod that dissolves upon opening, nobody can believe it.
Directly after the arrival of the Armada, this model made sense, as the gap between Unthulanian and Human cultures prevented a commensurable exchange of practices…
Our mission is not a drunken pub-crawl, per se, but examination of all possibilities…
