“Maybe that's where it started and they brought it back from the desert, some kind of contagious psychic wound, guilt based. Maybe it's the dark matter, invisibly making up most of the universe. Maybe it was methane thawing at the… — Kenneth Calhoun Copy Share Image
“Cities were the flashpoint of consciousness, distant from suburban somnolence.” — Kenneth Calhoun Copy Share Image
“The water moved under her, a black flow of melted glass. The thick electric wash of cricketsong, swarming particles of noise. Soon the desert… — Kenneth Calhoun Copy Share Image
“The Moon was just a sickle of light, hanging in the sky among a wild spray of stars. All that cosmic luminance, traveling for… — Kenneth Calhoun Copy Share Image
“There are spaces between the events we see where things get past us. Magicians know this too, with their sleight of hand tricks. If… — Kenneth Calhoun Copy Share Image
“Then it was this tribe of cops themselves who shot out the surveillance cameras and aisle mirrors before snorting crushed pills off the floor… — Kenneth Calhoun Copy Share Image
“In dreams lie forgotten lifetimes of joy and torment, leaving only the shadow of memory.” — Kenneth Calhoun Copy Share Image
“There is a constant pressure, surging and eroding away the walls we have erected over the millenia by migrating the contents of our dreams… — Kenneth Calhoun Copy Share Image
“If you stay awake long enough, you have dreams whether you're sleeping or not, hallucinations. It's where we really live, and when we're awake,… — Kenneth Calhoun Copy Share Image
“She saw it happening like stars going out, one by one. Her online friends dropping off and never returning. Everything was shutting down, going… — Kenneth Calhoun Copy Share Image
“The walls were lined with shelves, and she insulated their nest with volumes collected over the years. Their decor was the many colorful spines.” — Kenneth Calhoun Copy Share Image
“Maybe that's where it started and they brought it back from the desert, some kind of contagious psychic wound, guilt based. Maybe it's the… — Kenneth Calhoun Copy Share Image
