I am dead, but to entertain and surprise everyone, I get up and dance.

I have read Lesle Lewis' Lie Down Too. I cannot figure out if I should treat it as literature or a jumbled collection of sentences arbitrarily assigned a title.

Will writing ever be productive? It is only when walking through a library on tiptoe or leafing through a driving theory ( Read more... )

The face of humanity has shifted, he would concede to that. Hardly half a century ago the harsh of regimen of decorum had them bound to their social classes, immiscible. What had been proclaimed as ‘science’ was essentially the work of quack doctors, with the exception of a few visionaries, and sorcerers foolish enough to toy with forces whose ( Read more... )

I take the mail from the mailbox every day I return home, before I take out the key, before the door unlocks. I say it in passive, as I nearly always never realize it was me doing it. But it was me all along. Of course, I live all alone. And the neighbour smiles and asks hello did you have a good day? and I say yes of course and did you? and she ( Read more... )