A turn soon, right, off the dual carriageway. One the same as any other, once you’ve done a few tens of thousands. Release clutch. Change gears. Reengage. Rotate wheel, hands sliding after each other over faux leather. Fine motor control to control my fine motor. All men who repeat a line from Shakespeare are William…

Ah, my dear blue-eyed Epimetheus. You have left me a sleepless wreck. In twenty one days of searching, I have not discovered the true nature of the object you have left me, but I have at least found another term for it: the Zahir, the cage of consciousness. Except that doesn’t really work, does it?…

The tribe had settled at the fork of the river at a time beyond the limits of even mythical history. Where the first founders of their settlement had come from and why they had decided to migrate to that widening strip of land between the two bodies of water were questions that no longer had…

It is a matter of some consternation when a lady’s fiancé is drowned. If I am adopting an air of faint indifference to the destruction of an entire world in saying so, please do not believe that I cannot appreciate its import. It must merely be remarked that one’s own world is thrown into disarray.…