The rest of the world wants our cash; we like plastic.
How do you explain plastic to a medieval forest bard?
It’s tricky to say ‘never,’ but I will never have plastic surgery.
My world foreshortened, flattening into a credit card. Seen head on, things seemed merely skewed, but from the side the view was virtually meaningless–a one-dimensional wafer. Everything about me may have been crammed in there,...