Catalytic Narrative

. . . or why is it that the offices of J. Edgar Hoover, HUAC and the Roman Inquisition seem to follow such similar patterns. There is some ...

They were staying in a delicious old boarding house, all rustic and wooden. It might have been a journey to the past, but for their modern a...

Not the creatures who spun it, but the very matrix itself, which backgrounds any systems of operation (does OS rhyme with OZ), and provides ...

He arrived at school full of determination to be back on his course. He'd chosen science earlier because that had been the language whic...

Snow for me signals relief from so many onerous social obligations. It limits travel and bodily exercise, and forces containment, here by t...

So, if you think my pretensions are a tad bit extreme, wait until you see the territory I'm wanting to enter now! I actually want to co...

A young man once arrived in New Haven on a motorcycle; a little late for the start of fall classes, and a little buzzed by the four-hundred ...