The Goldfish Paradox
“I have this goldfish. He’s a sort of corpulent, tangerine coloured Goldfish about the size of a tennis ball. I keep him in one of those little spherical tanks in the living room. He’s not the most exciting fish out there, nothing as flamboyant as a siamese fighting fish, or as colourful as the mandarin fish, but he’s got personality.
Aurelias is dead
Aurelias is dead. Overdose. That’s all she hears them say on the phone call she gets. They offer up platitudes to try and plug the hole in her chest left by the phrase ‘Aurelius is dead’ but nothing can fix this. This is unfixable.
The Old Man and Samjoko
The barn stood a lone, elegant building in the cool of the desert night. Oiled, unpainted wood punctuated by large open windows held the sharp slope of the barns gambled roof erect. A thicket of Mormons tea encircled the edifice, and behind that a stoney crag jutted up in splash of cardinal red, vivid against the flinty grey of a thunderhead in the sky behind it. Further past the barn the spiny silhouettes of Joshua trees made frightening shadows on red sand. Lightning licked the sky in veins of fiery silver, illuminating the figure of an old man who was water divining in the barn's yard. The old man wasn’t very good at water divining but he water divined because he liked the game of it, the push and pull of desert spirits guiding and misguiding him with a transparent tug on his water-witching rods. He was smaller than he was in youth, his gait had a slight shuffle to it, and one of his eyes was filmed over with cataracts. Still, he felt as lively as he had in youth. Above him the dark of rain clouds masked the faint light of the twilight sky, twisting the remnants of the day into a premature night. Lightning continued to make forks and spider webs in the sky, coming and going in pulses of leashed static. The first spatters of water fell around the old man in a spray of cold.
Tapas To Go
“Some foods are so comforting, so nourishing of body and soul, that to eat them is to be home again after a long journey. To eat such a meal is to remember that, though the world is full of knives and storms, the body is built for kindness. The angels, who know no hunger, have never been as satisfied."
It was hard to tell if the stars were falling down, or the Earth was shifting in place. Either way, the observed phenomena was that many of the stars in the sky seemed to be getting closer to the Earth. That spray of glitter that bejewelled the night which was once so far away was zoning in. Newspapers headlined with phrases like ‘THE FINAL NIGHTFALL’, ‘CELESTIAL DOOMSDAY’, and ‘STAR-FALL APOCALYPSE’. The papers were punctuated with long exposure images showcasing the strange magnification of the sky that was occurring each night. Scientists came up empty handed, some assumed it was nothing but a pretty light display, ‘atmospheric magnification caused by dust particulates in the sky’, others said that the world might really be ending and people should prepare for the worst.
A STUDY IN FOREIGN WORLDS
When the Earth died, a slow wheezing death, a death that failed to do the jewel of our solar system justice, humanity vowed not to die with it. The dregs of humanity not broken by our atrophied planet left the Earth to begin new life in distant solar systems on unfamiliar exoplanets.