Whatever voice spoke him was no demon but some old shed self that came yet from time to time in the name of sanity. a hand to gentle him back from the rim of his disastrous wrath.

“Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said.”

“Gray vines coiled leftward in this northern hemisphere, what winds them shapes …”

“The incinerate corpses shrunk to the size of a child and propped on the bare sp…”

“Whales have been evolving for thirty million years. To our one million. A sperm…”