The Cornerstone

If you need something from me, take it. Just promise me you’ll come back, if only to keep on taking.

The Colour Red

There are an infinite number of ways to hurt, but you are by far my favourite.

The Straw Men

What a treacherous and wonderful thing it is, to think that a person is more than a person.

The Movies You Loved

And as lovely as it sounds to spend the rest of my personal forever with you in black and white, drinking whiskey and ingesting theory, real people can't spend lifetimes the way you can.

The worst thing I can imagine is leaving you. I think it would be worse if I stayed.

Generation 9

Not us, but our children. That's what the calculations say. It wasn't hard for the first and second and third generations--our ancestors surely--it wasn't hard for them to accept their purpose because there was no chance they would be the Arrival Generation. Our parents said it could be us, that there was no way to tell for sure. But now, now that we're in our late 40's and Arrival has been calculated to be a mere 30 years away, there permeates an existential dread in most of us. You may be assured we remain civil towards our children. There is still a sense of dignity that remains--knowing that your kids will inherit a new Earth. Not for us, though. For our children.

The Fear of God

My momma once told me that I don't got nothing to fear but God's wrath himself, an' so I went out trying and believin' just that. She said his kinda wrath comes in the form of punishment. My sins an' what not. Well what with me bein' a youngin' I went to try an' test this out. I got one of 'em old cap guns out the shed and put it up a cat's behind an' fired an' it screeched an' meowed like a howlin' wolf before sprintin' off an' leavin' me in tears. Well I aint never got none of God's wrath for doin' that so I kept righ' on goin'. Blowin' up squirrels, takin' fish out of water an' watchin' 'em drown in air. I got a pup once. Threw him off a cliff. He was alive for a little while in his little furry body but he stopped twitchin' eventually. It turns out God aint watchin' over me at all. He don't got no idea of what I done an' as long as no one sees me do summat I aint got no need to worry. I can do what I please.

The Overuse of Metaphores

You smile like it's an accident that comes without an apology.

The Shifting Nature of Reality

You asked me, "In these dreams, what does it look like?" I told you it looks different every time. Sometimes it's like a million feathers falling, sometimes it's like snow, sometimes it's like little stones, sometimes like ash, sometimes like a fine sand blowing across the hills. It's always silent. It falls around me but it never touches me. It never sticks. I told you sometimes I see dim figures walking in the distance through all the falling white. I told you I wish one would turn around and come to me. I wish one had your face. I wish the pink of your cheeks and blue of your eyes would appear to me unveiled from out of the drift. But the sad small figures don't turn around. They walk on, shoulders low, and disappear. I just watch them. You said, "I'm here now," and touched my hand. "I'm here now."

The Discovery

I've finally found it. I've searched countless galaxies throughout the verse. It was on a planet of rock, under the shadows, in a room none have seen. The words etched on the walls were most likely warnings, even if anyone knew what they said, I would not heed them. I've lost friends and family; I've lost her. Now they will know my sadness, they will beg for release from the pain I've felt. Now, even the stars have something to fear.