The accumulation of all knowledge and its eventual descent in meaninglessness.  Which is not the same as saying Life is Without Meaning. Because it abounds with meaning. You might even say we're infused with that very meaning, but not having the ability to ever put our grubby mortal

Patricia Highsmith's Slowly, Slowly, In the Wind whisks along, covering years in a paragraph. Just enough detail is given for the reader to understand the stories protagonist is angry, petty, and vindictive. Everything spills out from there. Sparse prose hurls the story forward, and the general thrust of

We Read the Ministry of Time So You Don’t Have to...  The non-literate future and you…  After reading The Ministry of Time I'd assume the titular ministry is the place I would go to get my time back, if only I could. Fortunately, it's not

The accident of our existence, making literary choices, co-existing with other people here on this site and the world in general, mass-extinction events, and a note of optimism. Dear Reader,  I assume you accidentally found yourself here.  I know, people who assume only… but I really think we're