Decay Exists As An Extant Form Of Life

author: Joanna Malinowska

“I do think novels are beautiful. To me a novel can be as beautiful as any symphony, as beautiful as the sea. As complete, true, real, large, complicated, confusing, deep, troubling, soul enlarging as the sea with its waves that break and tumble, its tides that rise and ebb.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, “Collectors, Rhymesters, and Drummers,” The Wave in the Mind

Guardian Angel Statue by Guilherme Viana

“B had nothing to do with it!” A growled, storming over to the general. “I met them LONG after I ran away.” “Sure,” the general scoffed. They started to turn, but A grabbed their sleeve in a white-knuckled grasp.

“You’ve chased me across worlds,” A hissed. “You know this. So why are you REALLY keeping them? Why are you keeping them away from me?”

AND a race one since the most affected regions will be Africa, Asia and Oceania

Satiating Demons by Gerald Brom

in addition to the fact that people just have different natural rhythms, a big reason why we can’t seem to go to bed as early as we “should” is that nighttime is, for many of us, our safest and most fulfilling time of day. we don’t have to work, we won’t be contacted by bosses or insurance companies or collections agencies or other suffocating life business… we’re likely only to be contacted by our friends, or by no one at all. night time is release; it’s ours. we can rest or recreate. we can do things we actually want to do. who would choose to cut that short?? just to usher in the next morning when our lives are not our own again? nighttime is precious and nothing could be more normal than the desire to embrace this

Pilot Peak from the Clark’s Fork River, Shoshone National Forest, Wyoming

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