Developing History
“For centuries, the documentation of history was left to unreliable machines and worse: The human memory.” The guide gestured to a glass case of microphones…
“For centuries, the documentation of history was left to unreliable machines and worse: The human memory.” The guide gestured to a glass case of microphones…
We observe them, watch them, constantly performing experiments on them, although they do not know it. They would never expect *US* to be the *REAL* ones in…
Fifty yards. Just fifty yards. Half a football field. Without the end zones. The distance between the edge of the woods at which he stood and his sister’s…
I could feel it. Something was watching me. I held me breath, and didn’t move. Then I heard a light scraching sound. My blood turned cold. I quickly sat up and…
Italian loafers, the kind with the flat square toe. Sneakers mostly during the lunch hour, a few dress shoes and office heels. On the weekends he spied sandals…
I watch your chest rise and fall ever so slowly as you lie next to me. I think of the time we’ve spent together, of the joys we’ve shared. How did I ever find…