February 28, 2018
All the while, time was caroming around, looking for its ends, and damaged by loss and panic, swung wide, screamed west and eventually flung its heels over its own head, gaining momentum in the terror of inertia. It gritted its teeth and pulled its legs in and began to whirl faster, eventually becoming a centrifuge, and this is how the pendulum, incidentally, became a rotary mechanism.
I feel strange about things,
February 27, 2018
On Monday, December 7, 2015, mid-afternoon, Jordan sat at the picnic table near the library with Eric and Aubrey.
“One thousand nine elevens,” said Eric.
“I wanna smoke crack before class,” said Jordan.
“I don’t wanna smoke crack,” said Eric. “Every drug I’ve ever done has turned into a problem for me.”
“Don’t smoke crack,” said Aubrey.
“I’m not going to smoke crack,” said Eric.
February 19, 2018
Most of the information in the world, prior to the act of organization, exists as minimally interconnected, even isolated, bits of data. The relevance of these data to one another may be clear, unclear or nonexistent. A system that is maximally interconnected, by contrast, consists of elements networked in such a way that each element is necessary to explain the inclusion of other elements. The object of this story is not to illustrate the ease with which you could construct a convincing philosophy that evades the suspicions of a person of ordinary gullibility,
February 16, 2018
“Take this.” Jacquelyn tore a couple of tiny squares from the perforated strip and passed them to me.
I tried hard not to stare at her nipples, peering up at me from underneath her thin white shirt.
“Not at all. The acid will help you see.” She put two squares in her mouth and stuck out her tongue,