Late evening, July 4th, 2022:
No not that oneI have something elsein mind: winter whenthe bomb goes offafter a blizzardfeet of snowmelt 15 miles outa…
A short story.
If I wrote this essay as a story, it might be one of those science fiction epics about autonomous war machines, “automatons,” let’s say, that do not know when the…
Being afraid of embarrassment guarantees it.
Sometimes I drown using off-line, sophisticated editing tools, revising and reconsidering a text…
