Okay, here’s what I need: ‘How We Got To Here’ except with hand puppets. “Show me on the doll where they hurt you.” *points to the heart, points to the head, points to the sky*Read More But hey, don’t let *me ruin your life…
We’ve designed a lot of things since then and we’re super good at making stuff. The best. I mean — we’re really fucking good at it. We can’t help but be. We stand upright, we have thumbs and forward-facing eyes and the things we make are dangerous. That ancient curse gave us the constant urge to make bigger, better and more complicated fireworks. We build smarter versions each time but now we’re running out of room to safely store all these “fireworks”…Read More Do you need a receipt?
That night, I dreamed the Earth was being evacuated in a desperate hurry; thousands upon thousands of yellow metal spheres rushing up and out, life pods capable of supporting three people for up to a year, programmed on a set course out across the stars, maintaining a steady speed and bound for their predetermined destination…Read More Dreams, roots, and red.
UPDATE: I just saw a version of myself from six months ago passing the other direction in the shuttle headed to F. I’m headed to B. We raised our worn coffee tumblers in salute and went our separate ways. What would we have to say to this other me? “You’ll like the future! It’s still here!”Read More A One-Eyed Man Enters the Emerald Kingdom
As ever, the shock proves too much; everything happens too fast. Amy’s spirit, already troubled, is confused and angry, and there is so much I can’t properly explain to her at the speed things need to happen.Read More The nights I tried to save Amy Winehouse from herself