In several hours, life as we understand it will end. It will happen painlessly and swiftly— so swiftly that even if I had half a mind to tell anybody, nothing would have time to change. One third of an AU away, there is a micro black hole blinking itself into existence, and by the time […]
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Parabiotic Thoughts
⠀⠀⠀Today I realized I’m a little too much like the male angler fish. The sea devil. Except it sounds cool when you say it like that. ⠀⠀⠀Shannon, our tour guide, takes us to a nearly blacked-out corner of the aquarium, a dark place away from the sharks, the groupers, the sea turtles, that’s meant to […]
⠀⠀⠀“I’m being buried, I think, under all this rubble,” is what I say to her. She nods like she understands but I don’t think she does. I don’t try to elaborate. ⠀⠀⠀“What’s the rubble made of,” she asks instead. ⠀⠀⠀“Bricks and concrete. Stone. It’s made of heavy things with too many sharp edges. As rubble […]
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