I Still Have Some Of My Old

I Held My Crotch, Closed My Eyes And Repeated My Secret Catechism.

All You Ever Were Was A Little Bit Of The Universe, Thinking To Itself. Very Specific; This Bit, Here, Right Now. All The Rest Was Fantasy.

Soon Equates To Good, Later To Worse, Uagen Zlepe, Scholar. Therefore, Immediacy.

That Was How Divorced From The Human Scale Modern Warfare Had Become. You Could Smash And Destroy From Unthinkable Distances, Obliterate Planets From Beyond Their Own System And Provoke Stars Into Novae From Light-years Off... And Still Have No Good Idea Why You Were Really Fighting.

I Deliberately Keep Myself Apart From A Lot Of Stuff; I Don't Tweet, I Don't Do Facebook, I Don't Blog, And That's Largely Because I Spend My Working Life Staring At A Screen And Hitting A Keyboard, I Am Trying To Cut Down On That, Not Increase It.