Afgantsi

“You want to put a bullet or two into him in the first ten seconds – if you don’t, you might fall in love with him and then you won’t do it at all.”  (The Bullet)

A vast planet-wide incomprehensible fucking machine

every terminal wears her face.

Re-entry

We are pulling out of the alien dimension – pass through a thin layer of cold mud and spurting blood and jagged sawing steel – “oh yeah, there’s this as well” – but it is only a surprisingly thin layer of the many worlds…

Desultory deathdance

Toy plastic skeleton hanging in the window, swaying and spinning in the breeze. Hazard lights on the street-sweeping truck outside cast a strobing jerkily dancing shadow-puppet on the wall.

Gripped by deja vu

Almost vertiginous, a momentary dizziness.

I was desperately trying to remember where I had had this moment before.

But of course I couldn’t remember, it hadn’t happened yet.

“There was method to her madness.”
“Entirely. It was the presence of method that made her mad.”

Here we are now

I always check a blog’s first-ever post first, too…