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Today, I saw my father buried. Yesterday, it was the woman I gave my heart to twelve years earlier on a sunlit day amidst a vale of fragrant springtime flowers. The only person in my life I was capable of experiencing a full and rich life with, who made me better at living and dreaming.…

The soft pink of the sky washed the day in an ethereal haze. It wasn’t sunset, not even close, but the sky was pink. A cheery cherry pink, that reminded me of blush on cheeks and raspberry lip gloss. I stared at it through thick alumino-silicate glass that let in just pinkish-gold light to give…

‘The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine’ (William Shakespeare: Macbeth, Act I scene iii) At the hour when the shade lay least on the wooded shore, the girl walked on the…

Dear Whoever This Is, Mankind fucked up, one last time. This isn’t some cautionary tale about what we should have done, or a recipe for what we should do next. Too late for that. It’s just a story about how our final, fatal mistake started, what happened, and where it will end. How did it…

At thirteen-thousand feet Nick feels like a God. He is an atheist, but looking down on the world like he is God seems to be a fitting title. He is reminded of himself as a boy, towering over antbeds with his magnifying glass. He cast down fire and destroyed cities with a quick kick of…