Scourged by guilt, I have been impulsively confessing my terrible crimes to everyone around me, the murder, the forged will to get the house...
They think it's some sort of increasingly baroque land acknowledgement thing though. I have been promoted to senior management.
The worst part of far-future Dying Earth life has gotta be the planning restrictions on any kind of underground works. Gene Wolfe didn't talk about the Citadel's heritage zoning because it'd be too depressing.
If I forget you, Breakfast, let my right hand forget its skill. Let my afternoon be lost to sleepiness if I forget you, Breakfast, if I turn to a heavy lunch.
So many brilliant lives left shrivelled and waste by the twisted ideology of Lunch Thought... mornings lost to shallow flitting from minor task to minor task, afternoons lost to sleepiness... how long, how long until we remember Breakfast?
The duality relation between emotional problems and political beliefs leads to a great contradiction:
mistaking your depression for a politics >>> mistaking your resentment for a politics >>> mistaking your paranoid delusions for a politics >>>, somehow, mistaking your depression for a politics
Getting spinal brackets installed and flooding my brain with pressure-resistent gel so my nervous system can withstand more than an hour within the borders of the state government's new Innovation Precinct.
My disgraced lawyer, Ethical Jim Harwood, revealed as his deception was uncovered that his full name is in fact Norman Ethical James Harwood. Nobody really got it, and when he explained it we all thought it was stupid.
we only need to rest because when the sun goes down we lose its animative charge. the only remedy is a daily practice of sungazing. stare at the sun. defeat sleep for eternal wakefulness
It is said that the ancients were a powerful race, with technologies we can no longer even imagine. It is said they could transform peanuts into a butter.
