Pictures from a Bad Dream This morning I fed a robot a few sentences from the novel I'm writing, and it generated some startlingly accurate pictures.
A Fascinating Little Ailment I sneeze whenever I glance at the sun, which I’ve always taken as proof I am a night owl.
Passage Maps of the Arctic give me vertigo. All that blank bright land feels like leaping off a rooftop.
Radioactivity Cut to commercial, and I hum along with a jingle for a machine that controls your brainwaves while you sleep.
Fires The Rockies appeared through the gloom, slow beasts moving across the continent at the speed of time.
Folk Religion Maybe you’ve heard the stories, the baroque theories on late-night radio or the soliloquies of sunburnt men who mutter at the traffic.
And Thank God, Soon We’ll Be Making More Night A heat dome has settled over the Middle West, the moon was extra bright last night, and I saw a rainbow in the parking lot yesterday.