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What are the consequences of working for change, even with the best of intentions? What is the cost of utopia? What is the use and meaning of dreams?
markers of balance in which opposites are contained.
“Not prophetic dreams. I can’t foresee anything. I simply change things.”
“Now, John—” No, what the hell was the subject’s name?
Lol
George Orr stayed in Portland because he had always lived there and because he had no reason to believe that life anywhere else would be better, or different.
He thought, I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.
one-room 8 ½ X 11 flat
Its cement floors were stained with the excreta of innumerable engines, the wheelprints of the dinosaurs were fossilized in the dust of its echoing halls.
Poetic
There she sat, poisonous; hard, shiny, and poisonous; waiting, waiting.
Like this cadence.
Shit! If she stepped on him he wouldn’t even crunch.
Lol
Voluntary Therapeutic Treatment,”
VTT
“If I tell you,” the client said with mournful objectivity, “you’ll think I’m crazy.”
Lol
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?
nadir
Orr got no further: Miss Lelache had stiffened, the spider had seen, at last, her prey.
“You won’t dream me out of existence this week, Mr. Orr,” she said, hearing her chitinous voice, clicking her mandibles.
He was not interested in detached knowledge, science for science’s sake: there was no use learning anything if it was of no use.
Plague Years
Covid?!
He had suppressed his memory of the fact that, until last Friday, this had not been the way it was.
Of course, Haber thought, a man who saw a miracle would reject his eyes’ witness, if those with him saw nothing.
“Right here, but out of communication.
“Where are they?” he said. “Where did they all go?”
!!!
He had three large rooms, a bathroom with a deep claw-foot tub, and a view between roofs to the river, up and down which passed ships, pleasure boats, logs, gulls, great turning flights of pigeons.
He must take his destiny into his own hands.
All I have is dreams. And now other people run them.
Lol
An irrelevant and poignant sensation of pleasure rose in him, like a tree that grew up and flowered all in one moment with its roots in his loins and its flowers in his mind.
He was only a dreamer.
tremulously white.
cislunar
He had grown up in a country run by politicians who sent the pilots to man the bombers to kill the babies to make the world safe for children to grow up in.
On top of pique, umbrage, and ennui. Oh, the French diseases of the soul.
He had an accusing Dylan whine.
Lol
She had French diseases of the soul.
Oh well, shit, they wouldn’t eat her, would they.
A bit extreme innit?
She didn’t know what to say, how to say it, knowing that whatever she said could go wrong.
This i like entering prompts into AI generator.
(whose perfect passivity to the inevitable kept making her think of her companion),
Lol
“They’ve landed.”
!!!
But the food had no taste and the people were all gray.
Sad
before Marin administered euthanasia with the hypodermic gun worn by all adult citizens who had earned their Civic Responsibility Certificate.
Yikes
must not be confused with a punishable crime such as a serious communicable or hereditary disease.
Wtf
Either, or.
I’m pro-life, George.
Booo!
Self is universe.
You’re a moral jellyfish.
Reminds me of the relationship between Jesse and Walt.
The lips within the curly beard parted in a straining, staring smile, a grin of ecstasy that made Orr turn away as if he had seen something never meant to be seen, both terrifying and pathetic. “Then this world will be like heaven, and men will be like gods!”
He knew that insofar as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void.
he had always liked to walk.
tenebrous
flotsam
carapace,
