Photo by Masi on Pexels.com Once I held a map. Its thin, crinkled form could be carried on the wind, yet, it anchored me to a path of stone, straight and true. As my steps traced those sturdy ways, I unfolded those creased edges - well-pressed trees, sharp and foreign. Then, sought high, low, above, … Continue reading Eulogy for the 39th Hour
Month: May 2023
Book Review: Bored of the Rings
With great cultural clout comes great potential for parody.
Reflection: Social Consciousness in Babel
Good is no accident.
Twist On Tropes: Magic Rocks
Magic Rocks. Green Goo. Unobtanium. All names for the same trope.
Book Review: The Phenomenon
The most post-apocalyptic post-apocalyptic fiction.