Chris Porter’s Reviews > Lithium for Medea > Status Update

“I knew the mind was soft and filled with waves like the ocean, dark at night, ebbing and flowing. The mind was connected to the moon, to currents and tides. It had nothing to do with the hard evidence.”

“At sunset the canals are streaked as the sky, fierce reds and oranges, thick, the color of lava […] I stand stock still in my garden, watching sunset across the surface of the water. I don't have to look at the sky at all. I sense the sun sucking in its last breath, preparing for the plunge. I know this sun. It sits above me, a monk in red robes, a suicide serene at the immolation.”