The Dusty Hat (p. 211)
Short Fiction, Three Moments of an Explosion (2015)
“We know the axes on which we should judge, and age has never been one.”
The Dusty Hat (p. 203)
Short Fiction, Three Moments of an Explosion (2015)
“You were sick of sentimentality, of the moralism, maneuvering, and malice that comes with it.”
The Dusty Hat (p. 202)
Short Fiction, Three Moments of an Explosion (2015)
people say, as if that’s logic. We don’t have to have an alternative, that’s not how critique works. We may do, and if we do, you’re welcome, but if we don’t that no more invalidates our hate for this, for what is, than does that of a serf for her lord, her flail-backed insistence that this must end, whether or not she accompanies it with a blueprint for free wage labour. Than does the millennially paced rage of the steepening shelf of the benthic plain for a system imposed by the cruelest and most crass hydrothermal vent, if that anemone-crusted angle of descent does not propose a submerged lake of black salt.
The Dusty Hat (p. 215)
Short Fiction, Three Moments of an Explosion (2015)
