Winter morning when earth and sky are the same color the only way of telling where land ends and heaven begins is the ragged black line of pine sawing the horizon. White flakes drift in a suspension of air. The snow doesn’t fall.

Reading Thomas Ligotti’s Teatro Grottesco.

A badly written financial self-help book by a now bankrupt guy, who, as best I can tell, made his money peddling financial self-help.

  • Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, Ransom Riggs
  • Teipei, Tao Lin
  • Rule 34, Charles Stross
  • Soon I will be Invincible, Austin Grossman
  • (unpublished manuscript)