Katabasis

by R.F. Kuang

Peter trudged into her circle, which was very rude. One should always ask before entering another magician’s pentagram. “I know what you’re planning.”

Peter. For one of them had to keep the cheer; one of them had to be delusional. This was the key to flourishing in graduate school. You could do anything if you were delusional.

At the end of the day, human beings preferred the predictable order of their known bureaucracies.

Pain or pleasure, mirror images of each other. And both preferable to dead time. Time crawls here. You do anything to feel.”