there is very little that you can do to comfort yourself. at best, find someone to love, read Carl Sagan, and get out of your house before 10 AM every day. at worst, sleep. it's okay.

trip to Paul Dempsey @ The Zoo


6 word short stories:
- for sale: baby shoes, never worn (Ernest Hemingway)
- machine. unexpectedly, i’d invented a time (Alam Moore)
- lie detector eyeglasses perfected. civilisation collapses (Richard Powers)
- the baby’s blood type? human, mostly (Orson Scott Card)
- longed for him. got him. shit (Margaret Atwood)
- epitaph: foolish humans, never escaped Earth (Vernor Vinge)