I grew up in the golden age of Flash Gordon and sci-fi.

Here and there are worms, evidence of the fertility of the soil, caught by the sun, half dead; flexible and pink, like lips.

If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?

I think every age lives in a blend of technology so there's always older ones mixed in with newer ones, and when the new technology goes down, the immediate fallback position is either that technology just before that or one several technologies back.

Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out.

I'm a person of whim, and easily distracted. I don't like multitasking. When I'm doing one thing, I like to do just that thing.

Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine!Mine!