The hieroglyphs seemed to shimmer in the night light, quivering, as if waiting for a preternatural force to infuse them with light, as if a fat enthusiastic man was holding it and jumping up and down.
Shoot for the moon; if you miss, your body will probably incinerate in re-entry.
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Behind the one-way mirror, the scientists with their unkempt hair and untucked shirts observed and took notes. “Yes,” they wrote, “it definitely seems we purchased the wrong kind of mirror.”
Though he would never show it, Jeff had a small, kind, and deeply intimate part that always thought of himself as an entropy fighter, not a janitor.
Loam. A measly piece of earth, it will soon pass beyond this earthly realm and enter a dimension of altered time and space … The Mantle Zone.
In retrospect, it was easy to criticize the scientists for trying to determine the maximum resiliency of children.
In retrospect, we could have probably found a better rhyme than anencephaly.
“I didn’t want to do this,” Jeff said before he shot the businessman. “Science,” he whispered.
We discovered that tempura was not time-traveling seafood after we had built the tempura box, which is to say, far too late.
Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further. So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past in our time machines.
