Letter from Loos

September 23, 1915 – Loos, France My dear Paul, I’m so deathly afraid I will never see your face again. At night, in between fitful nightmares of war machines, I dream of your face, your smile in the gardens, your tender embrace. They comfort me, but vanish quickly into the morning fog. Another awful dayContinue reading “Letter from Loos”

Knowing

It’s been 10 years since the disaster, and we’re still finding bodies.  People, trapped in their escape pods, their final moments recorded like messages in cosmic bottles, bodies perfectly preserved in the aerobic environment of their last hope. Back when it happened, everyone was still so scrambled, everything was such a mess, there were noContinue reading “Knowing”