“Cities were the flashpoint of consciousness, distant from suburban somnolence.” — 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
