Lada Terra/Venus/T+1.327 Deren stood watching the east horizon’s dirty yellow smudge, lightning popping inside clouds of sulfur like neurons in some titanic mind. Forcing himself to the west viewport, he gazed across fewer than a hundred meters of cracked gray slate, where loomed Venera 24, a metallic abstract simultaneously broiled, dissolved, and squashed—even three […]Read more "Metanoia: Report on Probability #2"
I’ve never understood the mass hostility toward gray weather—no matter the season. For me (admittedly not qualifying as “most people”), rain and gloom go together like chicory and coffee. This is one of those gray days . . . rain ticking against the roof, and me ready for only a few minutes on WordPress. Wednesday […]Read more "Gray Skies and Current Things"