The road that wasn’t a road appeared before me, as I crawled to come to its rough edge. I was facing Albuquerque. My sense of direction returned, and the terror of being killed, once again, was replaced by a dedicated desire to right the balance of justice in my...
Once more, I entered the water, not of my own volition, but simply lowered down like a descending spider coming to gently land atop the relatively smooth surface of the ocean rather than the spindly intricacies of a web. The umbilical I attached to my back somehow...