An ancient nun: tiny, wiry, vibrating with the chaotic energy of the insane, sits alone in the dark, mumbling softly…
Creative Writing
My mother drew me in close… Our eyes were wide as we regarded, with sharp fear, the beast in our car.
“I decided I’d save a million of something, so they’d know just what a million looks like. So… I started saving pennies…”
An epic ode to my favorite thought experiment: “It’s superposition dependent on fission; only Kitty knows whether she’s fine.”