Life is exponential. Two becomes four, becomes ten thousand, becomes a plague.
The future looks a bit bleak to me.
The surfeit of bad trends pushes me to set my stories in worlds which are often diminished versions of our own present.
Nature has become something new. It is ours now, truly. And if our creation devours us, how poetic will that be?
A desert's a stupid place to put a river.
Laws are a fine thing on paper, but painful when no bribery can ease their bind.