Coasting Quiet – a science fiction short
Halfway through final revision of Coasting Quiet, a science fiction short on meeting a fate of dying alone. Originally written over a decade ago, I recently picked it up again to rewrite and – most likely – publish.
A universe relative to the observer
Time is relative to the observer. Space is relative to the observer. Reality is relative to the observer. This universe we’re painting is really quite interesting isn’t it?
Low tide, earlier today
Low tide, earlier today. Two people, feet sinking in wet sand with each one stirring slightly, undaring to look at something other than away. Seconds, minutes, time passing without counting. … Continue reading
A fool’s morning
Breakfast, at the light of a rising sun with the sounds of the hotel staff singing. No idea what, it doesn’t really matter, it wakes me up rather pleasantly. It’s a … Continue reading
Rant – Warfare in space
Warfare in space is mathematics. Living and dying by the clock. Warfare in space is a race of clocks against each other. Biding time and lines of code. Warfare in … Continue reading
Desert of Man 