I have practiced numbness by taking and taking and barely getting half way full. A disjointed internal monologue loops: But maybe this...

We lay on the rough edges of crumbling rock, the Balearic sea spread like a silken blanket an angel blue that makes the sky crack open...

In the margin of summer, I stand naked and barefooted on the edge of the Mediterranean. I wade into this pool of undying energy, this...

The Novikov Consistency Principle does not give space to the dreaminess of possibility, but the concrete nature that what has happened...

Prologues usually irritate me. They read as a clumsy info dump, and can often ruin a book by congesting the reader with too many back...