Any Moment Called Now Is Always Full

In The Deepest Places, Where Physical Norms Collapse Under The Crushing Water, Bodies Still Fall Softly Through The Dark, Days After Their Vessels Have Capsized. They Decay On Their Long Journey Down. Nothing Will Hit The Black Sand At The Bottom Of The World But Algae-covered Bones.

Anything For Gold And Experience.

To Take The Choice Of Another ... To Forget Their Concrete Reality, To Abstract Them, To Forget That You Are A Node In A Matrix, That Actions Have Consequences. We Must Not Take The Choice Of Another Being. What Is Community But A Means To ... For All We Individuals To Have ... Our Choices.

I Think The Role Of Science Fiction Is Not At All To Prophesy. I Think It Is To Tell Interesting, Vivid, Strange Stories That At Their Best Are Dreamlike Intense Versions And Visions Of Today.

Fantasy And Science Fiction Can Be Literal As Well As Allegorical And There’s Nothing Wrong With Enjoying A Monster Like A Giant Squid For What It Is, As Well As Searching For Metaphor.