I unplugged the refrigerator. The noise it made was driving me nuts. It was empty and a waste of energy, anyway. Without the humming my apartment is a much nicer place-I can hear the sunlight ( Read more... )

In the early hours of the morning I dreamed about the engines that drive cities again. I was on the outskirts of a city riding a coal cart along the edge of a cliff. You could peer right over. In the deep brown, grey, misty, valley there were no signs of life-- but there were signs of movement. Huge gears the size of the courtyard outside my window ( Read more... )