That the fungi are so steeped in death might account for much of their mystery and our mycophobia. They stand on the threshold between the living and the dead, breaking the dead down into food for the living, a process on which no one likes to dwell. Cemeteries are usually good places to hunt for [...]
“Where are you going?” “To see an old friend.” “Must be very old if you’re going to find him here…it must’ve been hundreds of years since anybody’s lived here.” “…twenty years ago this was the greatest city on the continent.” “That’s impossible. It doesn’t even appear on any maps…where are you going?” Weeds overran the [...]
The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggle. –Karl Marx, The Communist Manifesto Artists got nerfed again. Jack could tell even before he got out of bed. There was a certain listlessness to his movements, an incapacity that hadn’t been there before. Plus, of course, there were the forty-six messages [...]
Do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? –Don McLean Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been twenty-seven years since my last confession. Sorry. It’s been twenty-seven years, six months, and nineteen days.
When I met Jen I was in a bad place. Santa Cruz. Okay, I’ll start again.
The receptionist looked up and smiled as the Walkers entered the room. “Welcome to Camp Catfish. How can we help you hit bottom today?” Mrs. Walker smiled back. “Hi there. Walker? We’ve got an 11:30?” The receptionist glanced at her computer. “Yes. The doctor’s ready now, you can just take him into Room 305.” “Great,” [...]
Did you exchange A walk-on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? –Pink Floyd Hello again, Freddie, you son of a bitch. It’s been another year, and nothing has changed. They still have New York, we’re still at war, and you’re still dead.
“Okay,” John says. “Just calm down and go through it one more time.” Jeremy takes a deep breath and tries to stop his hands from shaking. “Everything started out fine. All the men showed up on time. We headed into the cave, we went to the back, and the gold was there, right where you [...]
I wanted to be a doctor. I didn’t need to. My father was rich — you’ve heard of him — but I wanted to make my own way, and I wanted to help people. I wanted to see them sick and help them to get better. It hurts me to know that there is suffering [...]
In one more hour I will be gone In one more hour I leave this room The dress you wore, the pretty shoes Are things I left behind for you –Sleater-Kinney Well, maybe I don’t want to fucking talk to you. Did you think about that? We dust off in an hour. I don’t have [...]
