No Horizon
No horizon in the final third. Ultimate free time until Death comes for you. An endless stretch of unstructured time is too much. “Do it for yourself” and I procrastinate. “Do it for me”, and I’m on it.Continue Reading
No horizon in the final third. Ultimate free time until Death comes for you. An endless stretch of unstructured time is too much. “Do it for yourself” and I procrastinate. “Do it for me”, and I’m on it.Continue Reading
If Ulyth can die, then so many questions enter the chat. Awkward ones. Like . . . we believe law can defeat death because the Primaris believed. Continue Reading
That slippery slope, from “words are violence” to “all speech is violence” is a slope we should avoid.Continue Reading
No boom. No penultimate battle. Just a hangover on Sunday morning and an inbox stuffed with NSF notifications from JP Morgan.Continue Reading
Sacrilege was served hot. Soup—thick with hominy, dried chilis, and joy—bubbled beside the manifesto. Someone brought ketchup. Someone said “meh.” And suddenly, the poopie face hour was in session.Continue Reading
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