It's fiction's job to express how it feels to be living now, and it's a complex feeling, full of contradiction. To me it often feels like a brutal trivialization of reality.

Absurdity isn't quite so absurd as it once was.

Toronto is hard to capture in a few strokes.

Science is claiming ever more ground from popular stories of the kind we thought we weren't to believe in.

There's some evidence that before events of mass trauma, even unpredictable ones, people begin to feel higher anxiety, often expressed in terms specific to the event.

The idea that language can be recombined to create new forms, new things, is of course very old in poetry.

Paranoia can be a sign of a sanity in some circumstances, in some places and times.