What does the internet look like? Glowing pictures, glowing video, glowing text.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
An intellectual elite leading the long-suffering victims to a golden dawn. A miserable farce.
Lincoln Collings, The Past Regarded as a Small Bowl.
“No big words. No long convoluted sentences. Just bafflement.”
Will Bestwyck, Letters From Mr. Palindrome.
“There is no such thing as good or evil.” So, is there such a thing as a true statement?
Darius Roscoe, Regression to the Mean.
He opened anything that would open. Cabinets, drawers, hampers, canisters, books. There was a single overriding concern: to notice.
Allison Cowling, Night of the Detective.
He kept grinding on about high end restaurants and bars and stores. And I recall thinking, “Yes, end sounds right.”
Nicholas Crisp, A Suitcase Fell on Her Head.
That commands had been written—in, say, 1380—to produce this result today. That is what fascinated Baldwin concerning the polyphony.
Quentin Drabb, Ebenezer’s Untold Tales.
“Intellectually impoverished children now run our institutions,” complained Peavey. “Do not look.”
Price Cummings, Rattle Box.
We cannot begin to see what science is until we appreciate how shallow it is.
Godfrey Daniel, Inspecting the Time Domain.
“Who’s afraid of wolves?” laughed Raymond. “Who’s afraid of an exponential curve? Who’s afraid?”
Giles Coxe-Coburn, Belief in Insects.
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