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38 pages, ebook
First published November 8, 2017

And while I stood there in the shadows of the moonless night, beyond the street lamps, beyond the circling moths and with the nighthawks gliding silent overhead…while I stood there and pleaded, the story-creature sprouted out of the top of my skull in a riot of wildflowers, goldenrod, and coarse weeds.


"I was in the world but I was not in the world, endless and numb yet in agony.
Some I could only see out of the corner of my eye. Others had the right number of legs but no symmetry and trailed across the ground at odd angles, drawing deep lines in the mud."
"My mind made them into insects, because my mind wanted stories it could understand, stories that would not frighten it. But still I knew my mind was tricking me, and for a second I loved my mind for the deception."
"What would this world have been if I had slept and had returned to find it human? Would it have been terrible or beautiful? Would I have recognized it any better, or would humankind have been as banished as if the story-creature had come along after all?"
"The story-creature had always been there, silent beside me, breathing beneath me, waiting for me to wake to its presence, to understand where I really was. But I would never understand. How could I? I had not understood the story to begin with."