Day Nine – Biggles Splits the Atom and Other Quaint Tales of Death

Daphne rises out of bed, leaving it still occupied as she does so, and drags her toes in graceful steps towards the bathroom. The light was left on through night, and she cannot recall if it was herself--perhaps the scotch-drunk male in her bed--who had last visited the tiled closet. She kicks a pile of … Continue reading Day Nine – Biggles Splits the Atom and Other Quaint Tales of Death

Day Three – Put On Your Corporate Oligarchy Homburg, and Give Us a Grin

If automobiles are passing you on the right hand side, you could very well be in the wrong lane. If you are passing ambiplasmic layers, you either do not live on our planet or you need to stop listening to Alfvén and Klein so much. There are days when I find it difficult to coax … Continue reading Day Three – Put On Your Corporate Oligarchy Homburg, and Give Us a Grin