Dr. Elias Verran stared at the last line of chalk like it had personally insulted him. It wasn’t the symbols themselves—he’d lived among symbols most of his adult life. It was the way they refused to agree with each other. The way they sat there, smug and tidy, implying that the universe made sense when…
Category: Writing
Victoria’s hunt for the dentist
They say time is relative. The age of man compared to the age of the Earth is a breath. The age of the Earth compared to the universe is a blink inside a blink. Somewhere, in some classroom that still had electricity, a teacher once said this with a smile, as if it were comforting.…