April 2009
7 posts
The Moonflowers
It’s as if the dark, which had before just been context, gave to vulnerability a permission, almost: fleshy saucers of spilled cream, so many parchment fists, unfisting; and now, in pieces, the delicate mask of an indifference offered radically up against what, each time, seems as unthinkable, as unexpected, as when,
in the long dream of retraction, that sea that is finally not a...
Hidden Planet Discovered in Old Hubble Data →
I freakin love this kind of stuff. Had I been any good at math, I would totally have been an astronaut.
