From The Watermark, by Sam Mills:
‘I am too old for all this,’ I say, and then realise what I have said, and laugh. I never understood my grandfather when he said that you never truly age as time goes by, for you feel the same inside, it’s just that your body becomes an increasing embarassment.
From A Fool’s Kabbalah, by Steve Stern:
Relentless bibliophile that he was, Gershom had come to respect in essence the gospel of the kabbalists: that words—Hebrew words in particular—had souls. The language of the mystical texts assumed a life exclusive of the mortals who had written it, its authors mere conduits for transmitting visions, symbols, and myths; they were expendable, those entranced archaic authors, once their task was accomplished.
From Motheater, by Linda H. Codega:
“Sometimes the places that keep us safe keep us small.”
By Doug Hanke, via Bluesky:
Maybe this is the solution to the Fermi Paradox. Every form of sentient life has to win a constant series of battles with their own dipshits who are why they can’t have nice things. And no planet is that lucky.
By Moira Donegan, via Bluesky:
AI is the ultimate fascist technology because it pits itsself precisely in opposition to the human. It circumvents variance, originality, imagination, surprise, in favor of mindlessness, repetition, standardization. The kind of thing that no one with a soul would be capable of desiring.
