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start seeing everything as God, but keep it a secret

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My uncle lost a job as a 5 Guys scribe bc he tampered with the burger archives.

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'The Embrace' by Beneš Knüpfer, 1890

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Persian girl

by Reza Afshar (Be - As) Concept artist & illustrator, Tehran, Iran (+ Scheherazade and Girl portrait)

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Casino Royale (2006) dir. Martin Campbell

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Charles Wright, from "The Southern Cross", The World of Ten Thousand Things: Poems 1980-1990 [ID'd]

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Desires are already memories.

Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities (trans. William Weaver)

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Luigi Dallapiccola’s Canti di prigionia. One of my favorite very underrated early 20th century pieces, I really can’t recommend it enough

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There’s been a deluge of science fiction and fantasy books about life after calamities, including climate-change-fueled disasters and weirder catastrophes. And like most great works of postapocalyptic fiction, these books spend much of their time looking backward.

I'm noticing a fascinating theme in new science fiction and fantasy books: memory. Just in the past few months there have been a few amazing books with "memory" or "memories" in the title.

I feel like this focus on memory and reconstructing the past is a form of soft post-apocalyptic storytelling. It's a way of obsessing about what we've lost.

It's also a way to think about identity and embodiment.

I wrote about some new books on the theme in my new column on SFF books (see link above).

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Valentino Haute Couture Autumn/Winter 2018-2019.

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WIP. Radioactive unicorn. Something something magic as a form of radiation something something.

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"Houses are really bodies. We connect ourselves with walls, roofs, and objects just as we hang on to our livers, skeletons, flesh and bloodstream. I am no beauty, no mirror is necessary to assure me of this absolute fact. Nevertheless I have a death grip on this haggard frame as if it were the limpid body of Venus herself."

- Leonora Carrington, The Hearing Trumpet

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Eastern greek fluorite carved idol: Owl.

4th - 3rd century BC.

Private Collection.

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The littlest things we know to be small = debut literary fiction

The dark wife: thriller, adapted into a Hulu original

The mailman’s niece = historical fiction

The mailman of Warsaw = also historical fiction but about war

The gate of wind = fantasy

The gate of wind and bones = young adult fantasy

A gathering of pelicans = mystery, part of a long running series that takes up a whole shelf at the library

The Group Project Partner Gambit = romance with a cartoon cover

Wendy Jenkins is Scared of Commitment = romance with a cartoon cover of gay people

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“Alexander Chee once said something like, When you put something that actually happened to you in a story, you have to privilege the needs of the story and not merely what happened. I don’t remember the exact quote, but I think about that all the time.”

— Brandon Taylor, in this week’s Ten Questions; read the rest at pw.org!

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We want our lives and deaths to be like that — something formal, a kingdom. Filled with the sense of the manyness of existence.

— Jane Hirshfield, Inflection Finally Ungraspable By Grammar