Our world is made up of a myriad of microcosms, of tiny worlds, each with its own habitues, every one known to the others.

All of the answers you seek can be found in the macrocosmic view of the microcosmic You.

We make fiction because we are fiction … It lived us into being and it lives us still.

The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface.The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust.The ocean is a place of skin, rich...