He sniffs; I sniff. Just enjoying our full corporeality. Only he is so much better at it than I am. While I’m like, “ah… the smell of fresh grass…” he’s like “nice male puppy who just got neutered; dominant middle-aged female; old cranky male whose kidneys are giving out (wait, that’s me!); rabbit!”
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Fiction made over: a manifesto
Fiction needs a makeover. It’s worn minor variations of the same tired face for the last few centuries, at least: man against nature, man against man, man against self. That’s a lot of man. And a lot of against. It’s a lot of dualities. Dichotomies have always made me uncomfortable: how on earth can multiversalityContinue reading “Fiction made over: a manifesto”
Life in the Multiverse 