He couldn’t say what had started it. The still openness between the walls and the floor and his body? The howls from the Antarctic wind outside? The knowledge that his heart was the only human one beating more than a hundred kilometers out?
Halfway up a frozen turret in a room with thin ice walls backlit by still quasar I started to think that maybe Cold Planet was a prototype, just a world with no content.
“Have you played Mortal Kombat without blood? It’s…” I stopped, thought of the right word. “It’s pointless.”
Just the migraine medication, please, or Vicodin, Oxycodone, heroin, anything to numb the pain in her scalp, the strain of weight on her roots, the sea sickness, the constant spinning, spinning, spinning.
I would let them go swimming only if they agreed to go swimming forever. If there was a fire in the house, I would let them dance and speak in tongues.
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