We roared. We were one big animal throat, roaring.

The companies are multinational--why should labor still stick to borders?

It's part of a cycle of stories I'm writing where I deconstruct classic science fiction.

Stories are propaganda, virii that slide past your critical immune system and insert themselves directly into your emotions.

Write even when the world is chaotic. You don’t need a cigarette, silence, music, a comfortable chair, or inner peace to write. You just need ten minutes and a writing implement.

I choose YouTube over telly.

No one should do a job he can do in his sleep.