After that, the book will fade, the way all books fade in your mind. But I hope you will remember this: A man walking fast down a dark lonely street. Quick steps and hard breathing, all wonder and need. A bell above a door and the tinkle it makes. A clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time.
Robin SloanI walk alone in the darkness and wonder how a person would begin to determine the circumference of the earth. I have no idea. Iād probably just google it.
Robin SloanThe thinnest tendrils of dawn are creeping in from the east. People in New York are softly starting to tweet.
Robin Sloan... nothing lasts long. We all come to life and gather allies and build empires and die, all in a single moment - maybe a single pulse of some giant processor somewhere.
Robin SloanImagination runs out. But it makes sense, right? We probably just imagine things based on what we already know, and we run out of analogies in the thirty-first century.
Robin Sloan