Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Glitter.

Colors.

Media barons.

Pynchon.

Plaid Pantry.

Aya Sinclair.

A mere electric animal, and me earning all that I’ve worked my way up to through the years.

Tom Scocca’s downright poetical on why it is Harrison Ford’s perfect in that Disney confection.

  Textile help

The Voynich Manuscript.

Liminal.

Enterprise.

Agentic.

Always Coming Home.

Bear Gulch.

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Mars, or, Misunderstanding

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