A life as a series of discoveries not unlike the work in a lab. A fly’s wing as a canvas for making beautiful art. The distance between…
The hot noon held a gun to my head
It had been dark for a considerable time. He strayed in the dense mist as if being awakened yet with his eyes still closed…
Where do you come from?
Nebulae, just like you. Green, blue or claret.
In a lab, the absence
I.
The straight wildtype
wing
The landscape of the brain is silent
at first.
All DNA is negatively charged.
Introduction