"You are not controlling the storm, and you are not lost in it. You are the storm." ~ Sam Harris, Free Will

"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown." ~ H.P. Lovecraft
The polycephalic creations of Russian scientist Vladimir Demikhov are the stuff of nightmares. Despair.

That Fall by Frederick Seidel The body on the bed is made of china, Shiny china vagina and pubic hair. The glassy smoothness of a woman’s body! I stand outside the open door and stare. I watch the shark glide by . . . it comes and goes — Must constantly keep moving or it will drown. The mouth slit in the formless fetal nose Gives it that empty look — it looks unborn; It comes into the room up to the bed Just like a dog. The smell of burning leaves, Rose bittersweetness rising from the red, Is what I see. I must be twelve. That fall.
Michael Marshall Smith's Spares is a great piece of speculative fiction. Hardboiled, noir, cyber-punk, urban, street & high tech; it checks all the boxes. The newly discovered and mysterious inter-dimensional universe, called "The Gap", is an interesting combination of the oppressive psychological state that impregnates all of J. G. Ballard's "disaster trilogy" and the drug induced alternate reality of Jeff Noon's Vurt. An interesting construct. Worthy.

Mind and Heart by Charles Bukowski unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, it was never meant to be any other way– and when the death struggle begins the last thing I wish to see is a ring of human faces hovering over me– better just my old friends, the walls of my self, let only them be there. I have been alone but seldom lonely. I have satisfied my thirst at the well of my self and that wine was good, the best I ever had, and tonight sitting staring into the dark I now finally understand the dark and the light and everything in between. peace of mind and heart arrives when we accept what is: having been born into this strange life we must accept the wasted gamble of our days and take some satisfaction in the pleasure of leaving it all behind. cry not for me. grieve not for me. read what I’ve written then forget it all. drink from the well of your self and begin again.
This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold
“No human relations are adequate to human desires.” ~ Charles Baudelaire







