fiction
Fourth Place (1)
Much isn't known about dreams. Only that they feel real when you're in them. When a group of five teenagers slumber their way in an abandoned mall that only exists in dreams. A place where endless fun can exist without the boring constraints of reality, but some places shouldn’t be explored, dream or not. And in the empty food court, something is waiting for its alarm to wake up.
The Naming Office
The office had a window, which was unusual. Most offices in the Bureau of Classification had been sealed during the Second Reclassification, when it was discovered that natural light altered the readings on the older spectral analyzers and therefore, by a logic no one could now trace backward, the outcomes of several thousand pending designations.
Happy new year and my fave readings of the year
My favourite books, podcasts and recommendations from 2025, covering moral ambition, maps, wolves, AI dystopias, geopolitics, Chennai history, and the best tech podcasts.
The Eidolon in Prague
I remember how we were. She remembers everything else.
The Eidolon in Prague
I remember how we were. She remembers everything else.
The Eidolon in Prague
I remember how we were. She remembers everything else.
The Eidolon in Prague
I remember how we were. She remembers everything else.
The Things That Go Bump On The Web
Explaining the power of collaborative fiction on the web—particularly the extremely compelling work of the SCP Foundation.
Bored
The air was slightly breezy, a noisy fan moving it about rather unsuccessfully in the other room. A constant buzz of the crickets in the night was interrtupted by dog howls. She lay in bed, eyes closed, observing all the sounds. Noticing. Remembering. “Just as you first saw it.” She opened her ey...