my mind is a

my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex -ecute strides of cobalt nevertheless i feel that i cleverly am being altered that i … Read more

None of the individual

None of the individual metal hunks of an airplane have the property of flight, but when they are attached together in the right way, the result takes to the air. A thin metal bar won’t do you much good if you’re trying to control a jaguar, but several of them in parallel have the property … Read more

All you have to

All you have to do is pick up a baseball. It begs to you: throw me. If you took a year to design an object to hurl, you’d end up with that little spheroid small enough to nestle in your fingers but big enough to have some heft, lighter than a rock but heavier than … Read more