Lost in observation
Saunders waded even deeper. This time he floated on his stomach, observing through the transparent pool floor a flock of people who were most likely unaware that he was their omniscient god.
She did not understand the fun of shooting birds
In her novels and private correspondence, the gap was narrowed. What was human became animal and what was animal became human.
Do not disturb my circles
Nothing comes from nothing, And so Prometheus toiled: I must change your life.
Three steps to ennui in Sydney (and three reasons not to follow them)
Today Milan Kundera died; and forty years ago, a different student entered his world of middle-aged fever-dreams.
I am a ghost watching my own body
We are player, viewer, voyeur, flaneur, spectator, and character all at once.
About a basin
As hard as I try to remember, from no part of my being can I summon a reason for me being here.
They’re taking my brain upstate, and I don’t know when I’ll get it back
Generally speaking, I came out pretty well! Well, except my brain fell out of my head.
Great Western Highway
I am just another pothole, // Feeling the weight of // That other invisible world // As it passes over me
Finding new moves
I am fascinated by a specific benefit AIs have for literature which, unlike in chess, is not harnessed enough.
Modern courtship
It’s 5.30am. You and the rest of the inter-B’s netball team are huddled on a coach in the dark.
Bài tập về bản thể luận / An Assignment on Ontology
What would the hill be but a dried steppe // On the falling back of an afternoon
