Olga has taken up residence in a corner booth today, shuffling an ancient deck of tarot cards between nicotine stained fingers.  She turns the cards up one at a time in groups of three, and after a moment's brief scrutiny, scribbles something in a tattered notebook.   One page is divided into columns, lined with symbols and tic marks, and on the ( Read more... )

[Pre-Milliways: We never know how high we are-]It is an occurrence far too common to be remarkable: the door opens on a new world, breathing in air that hasn't touched the bar before, letting in a young man who hadn't intended to be here. He is backlit by morning light, diffused by the mirrored walls of skyscrapers; on his heels follow the sounds ( Read more... )