As technology advances in complexity and scope, fear becomes more primitive.
Perhaps we've invented conspiracies for our own psychic well-being, to heal ourselves.
At night the sky was very near, sprawled in star smoke and gamma cataclysms, but she didn't see it the way she used to, as soul extension, dumb guttural wonder, a thing that lived outside language in the oldest part of her.
Why are homosexuals addicted to soap opera? Because our lives are a vivid situation.
I donโt want your candor. I want your soul in a silver thimble.
Plot a murder, you're saying. But every plot is a murder in effect. To plot is to die, whether we know it or not.