Prologos: Acausal Electricity (A Story)
A short fiction story prologuing acausal electricity.
Epilogos: Progeny of Tradition
Reposted from davidmyatt.wordpress.com: As I inexorably slip away toward my mortal demise this is all I have left in numinous remembrance: Ensemble Gilles Binchois – Gaudeamus Hodie: Puer Natus Est Nobis. Words – denotata – and their dialectic, have become irrelevant. One thing rings true: Nothing that I have to say – or can say…
Two Can Play That Game
For my own good measure I added, “You know what they say,” and he looked apprehensively from the road to me, as each of our radios interrupted me in a scratchy choral tandem, “if you know about the Star Game – you’re playing the Star Game.” I reached up and flicked the lights on at…