v2022.6: Until All Of Us Are Free

So many people recruit God as a co-conspirator. They can't possibly all be right.

v2022.5 Nothing Lasts But Nothing Is Lost

I knew this place so well once.

I start seeing everything close to me as fragile, even when it isn't.

There are parts that are hard for me to read, and I wrote the thing. But it ends in the right place.

There's nothing new except what has been forgotten. And in SFF, stuff gets forgotten a lot.

Fair and unfair suggest some kind of cosmic scales that lean toward balance. No such thing exists.

This is a terrible country in which to grow old. Perhaps they all are.

I have stuff I want to have written, and that means I have work to do.

Is my mind more organized? No, it is not!

We need each other. This pandemic, oddly enough, has made that fact screamingly obvious.