wherein the coda suddenly falls apart into the discordant signals of seti. the lesson of sounds from space. either you are alone or whatever else is out there is savage chaos given form, tenuous as form may be when thrown sheet-like over a ghost. these are the hungry stars i miss, the haunted features of the heavens. these stars shed no light. they burn silent with nuclear fire, striken with sunspots.
wherein the coda suddenly falls apart into the discordant signals of seti. the lesson of sounds from space. either you are alone or whatever else is out there is savage chaos given form, tenuous as form may be when thrown sheet-like over a ghost. these are the hungry stars i miss, the haunted features of the heavens. these stars shed no light. they burn silent with nuclear fire, striken with sunspots.
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To Kill a Mockingjay.
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. I know, I said I wanted to be better at this then I didn't. Then that snowballed. Inertia! I'm going to…
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The Seaearth.
A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin. This is my treat for the holidays. Last December I discovered, thanks to
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"What do you read, my lord?" "Words, words, words."
The fog of insomnia makings putting your thoughts in order hard. Makes it effort. So I've been sort of absent & silent here, I know. At least I've…
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