Sunday Morning (1/2)
Sunday morning is a sledgehammer, a saguaro to the eyeballs, when you’re a university educated upper-middle class Caucasian first-rate fuck-up like myself…
I Pour Power Into My Feet
When I pour power into my feet I feel like a fleet god. My toes thrum with ecstasy of humming energy. Power! I imagine they glow violet inside my shoes, my…
One for the Road (Superhero Black Hole, Pt. 35)
Me₃ clicked forward one last slide, showing a dizzying serpents’ lair of timelines. “You,” he said to Me₂, “and I are going back to the accident. You hang off…
A Gambit, A Dance (Superhero Black Hole, Pt. 34)
“What the deuce?!” I shouted, then took a swig of Coke to calm my nerves. Me₃ indicated the screen. “I went back into the future. By giving up the ghost with…
Future Shock (Superhero Black Hole, Pt. 33)
“But the future is open, full of possibilities!” I protested. “The past is written, but the future is a blank—” “True enough,” Me₃ interrupted. “But if you put…
Triple Time (Superhero Black Hole, Pt. 32)
“You see,” went on Me₃, “originally—well, originally to me, at least—I kept on trying to deïce the road. You,” he declared, pointing to me, “were…
Paradoxical (Superhero Black Hole, Pt. 31)
I stumbled over my words. “When I…when I flashed way back.” “Precisely,” Me₃ responded. He pointed at Me₂. “When he came back, he came back prior to his…
Head Trip (Superhero Black Hole, Pt. 30)
“For the purposes of this lecture,” Me₃ explained, “the ‘Présent’ is 9:45 PM on the night of the car accident.” He moved the slide forward, and red dot…
Blackout
Orlan groped around in the dark. Not a torch, not a candle, not even a lighter to be found in this apartment. Not even one of those apple-scented tea lights…