Tales Hearts Tell as the Pendulum Swings
Renae Tobias

This is an awful story, told beautifully.

By which I mean: there is some really beautiful imagery in here, in that way that makes the story more awful and gives the beauty a special ugliness, if that makes sense.

The way a mining-induced lunar landscape can be beautiful, even though it is a scar upon the earth—as in Queenstown, Tasmania.

(See also: this pic, this pic, and this pic, which I didn’t embed for fear of copyright infringement.)